Seems like so long ago that we were on
the Northern Route, because it was.
The fog partially covers the beauty of the coast,
but it's hard to beat a combo of rocks and water.
A country bridge on the camino.
On the beach.
It's ironic that there is some iron in these rocks.
Spanish Civil War trenches.
Our first horrio of the camino. There were
plenty more to be seen. The word is
pronounced like Oreo, but with more
rolling of the Rs and less creme filling.
1 comment:
Thank you so much for these beautiful pictures!! You Iron tourist you!!
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