"Ok", I said to my husband. "Sounds great!"
The next day we woke up early for Spaniards, but late for hiking.
"Hasta pronto," Tall Guy said to his parents - see you soon!
We parked at the base of Montgo and started up a nice, wide, gravel path. We were among families with children, groups of older people, and even some runners. "Easy-peasy", I said.
"What?" asked Tall Guy.
"Never mind". Sometimes I just can't be bothered to explain...
And walking, and walking and walking. After about an hour, the quality of the path changed - most people turned around at this point, but we were nowhere near the top of the mountain. Tall Guy, never one to leave things half-done, decided we should press on.
"Surely it's only an hour from here," he said. We came to a cave, where we took a rest and ate our apples in the shade. We continued and the path changed again. It kind of went straight up. Gone were the old people, the families and the runners. Now we were among hikers.
It was a hard climb. When we came to the cross signaling the top of the mountain, we flopped down onto the ground to rest. I lifted my chin, "Hey, the view is amazing!"
|at the top...|
With a flash, we both realized how hungry we were, and groaned in unison thinking of the descent.
|and back down again!|