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Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull

Villafruela is a small village approached from the south to a crossroads. No signs. No signals. No sign of life. High up on moorland, not a bar on my phone to be had. An old lady heading towards me taking her morning constitutional, quietly minding her own business to the song of the birds, was… Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull