… sometimes it was hard to see where we would be going next. Was it a turn left? Was that path we could see in the distance one we would be taking? Was the city on the left our destination or was it the one we could not see around the corner?
In this case our path was very obvious. Down from the meseta and follow the path into Hornillos del Camino. However while that was the end of our walking for the day it was not where our accommodation was. A phone call was made and were were duly picked up and driven to Isar, a couple of kilometres away, to stay for the night. That drive was that fastest we had travelled in over two weeks, a little disconcerting.