The day started out with a bit of a drizzle but as always the temperature was ideal for walking. As I was moving silently through pine forest country I had many panoramic views of the Sierra Nevada coming into sight every now and then.
Moving down to Albuñuelas through a beautiful ravine speckled with orange groves.
The guide-book suggested La Casa Azul, a B&B in the center of the village, but there was no answer when I knocked at the door so I went on and followed a sign to El Cortijo del Pino that is a small casa rural. The owners, an English couple in their seventies, had just arrived from having been to England for a while. I was given a charming room with a beautiful view overlooking the village.
The only thing remaining that day, after having had a shower and having made preparations for the next day, was to wait – wait until eight thirty before I could get a hot meal. I am not much for eating during the day while walking so you can probably imagine that I am starved at the end of the day and that the late dinner customs that the Spaniards have sometimes make me frustrated.
