Day 2 of walking. We were not particularly early risers, but we had gotten directions to another refuge and it was only about 12k away (or 19k?). Should've taken 4 hours max (or 6?). Anyway, it took us 11 hours. But along the way we stopped to watch a shepherd with his flock, got chased by if not aggressive, then definitely assertive, horses, watched a cow giving birth, got circled by birds of prey (eagles, I think), and some of us tried to eat every berry and potential vegetable we could dig up. And we saw all this:

These rocks look impenetrable but they're not, as we found out the next day.

As usual, heading into camp just around sunset.

Day 3 of walking. Left early (9:30am) for an easy walk after extensive directions and advice from our enthusiastic refuge host. 5-6 hours, he said. Turned out to be 11 hours, but another exquisite day.

Hiking up and up through those impenetrable rocks we saw the day before.

Beautiful hillsides, the sound of cowbells. Notice the sun going down.

A Spanish hiker told me - in English - to look for a wooden fence with a little door. Is this a little door? Is it???

The path was easy to follow until this spot. We were supposed to not turn at the place that had a wooden fence with little door. We were losing light and decided to follow what we thought was our path into the forest. We had almost run out of water and had very little food when my friend heard a snort. Wild boars ran across our path - two babies and a mama! We were on the right path but during a moment of doubt started to strategize about how best to spend a night on the mountain with no access roads. The only way to get where we were going was by foot. Anyway we made it to the refuge just before the sun went down.