We've met so many interesting Spaniards on the trails over the years. The pictures recall great memories of the experiences, people and sights. Besides, it helps jog the memory, which is another issue in and of itself. Hello to Lluis and Serge, in particular. (Residents of the "Independent Country of Catalonia" 😁).
Sunset lights the village, as we walk past on the way to Pena Negra from Behar.
No man is an island but what of two? Covadonga Lakes, La Porra Enol.
Pica de Veleta, commencement from below town of Pradollano. (The ski town is outstanding.)
Coming/going around the bend on Tozal de Mallo trail, Monti y de Perdido National Park.
We can’t really explain the feeling but it’s very special to cross an international border on foot. It’s even nicer when there are no passports and other formalities necessary. While we recognize, understand and respect the need for controls (we are dealing with the imperfect human species), nevertheless, it gives one a feeling of freedom to walk into a country—after all, the world is for all of us.
Crossing Pyrenees from Spain into France, the former in background.
Some of the borders we’ve crossed on foot while hiking are:
- Slovenia into Italy, in a few places.
- Slovenia into Austria.
- Spain into France.
- France into Switzerland.
- Austria into Germany.
- Andorra into France
- Andorra into Spain.
- Serbia into Bulgaria (with documents, walk but not a hike).
- South Africa into Lesotho (with documents, full hike).
- Poland into Slovakia.
- Romania into Serbia (with documents, walk but not a hike).
There may be others but can’t think of them at the moment.
Cares Gorge is a favorite, we hear it calling.
Returning amongst incredible cliffs; never experienced something quite like this.
The Hunchback of Chapas Peak, Southern Spain.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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