Day 18: Foncebadon to Molinaseca

Last night's sleeping arrangements could probably have been better. Frank is still not sure whether it was our French or German bunk mates who flavored the room so pungently. Still, we awoke rather early for mountain village time, and gathered our things.  Our host from the previous evening greeted us and asked if we were … Continue reading Day 18: Foncebadon to Molinaseca