Spain - 43: Espolla to Llanca

Out last day.

Today we will stand in the Mediterranean having walked from the Atlantic.

Morning sun

The boss

 We had been told that there were no more trees. That wasn't quite true but there were no big trees growing wild - no real shade. We walked between the vineyards and olive groves which filled the landscape.

Once off the roads everything seemed to have thorns. The paths were over grown - we got the impression that everyone else must have used the roads. This was just the day needed to get to the sea. there was really nothing to see, except the sea.

Some of the olive trees were old. Very old. Olive trees can live for thousands of years. The bigger ones could easily have been 'born' BC

An old olive tree

Dead

We got one more dead thing for our collection. But the sea was beckoning we were in 'Go Mode'.

We looked back to the highest point around and sighed. But we were almost there.

Coast to Coast along (not across) the Pyrenees.

43 Walking days

Looking back

We got to Llanca and got our feet wet.

Feet in the Mediterranean 

But Llanca didn't appeal. Alice and Luca, who were ahead of us, had looked at all of the campsites for miles around. They were saying Port de la Selva and the campsite that was furthest away was the best. Of course.

We have finished and have to walk some more???

We walked along the coast. Up and down from beach to beach. We visited several beaches before it dawned on us that we didn't have to walk now. We could swim and walk later.

So we swam

 Martin is happy

No days

But there is that nagging thought that there is a days walk to go. While Cap de Creuz isn't on our agenda lots of people have asked, repeatedly, how can you not finish?

Thank you Mr. Gruber. Thank you Alice and Luca. Thank you Rico. Thank you Junius.

Up to now we have said we will have finished when we got to the sea. But now. Here. Hmmmm.

We camped and ate, and drank, with Alice and Luca.

Homes sweet homes

We had finished - we were resting.

Resting

Honest.