At one point today I thought I couldn't possibly take another step, I was all out of energy and cursing the mountain goat way ahead. Still don't think it's fair that the old boy beats me hollow up the hills, especially in the heat. Talking of goat's, we came across a couple of friendly ones on our track today. Rob had a moment of close communication with them. He also rescued a little bird this morning, and a slug - he will surely go to heaven.
We looked down upon, and later visited, an especially beautiful ermita, once part of a Benedictine monastery, and now a national monument.
A rocky track was part of our 1200 metre climb today, one of our hardest in terms of ascent. It took us 8 and a half hours, so it was mighty fine to get to our very remote Masia el Pujol to be greeted by 3 big friendly dogs, and our hostess bearing a jug of ice cold water for us. Wonderful. There are delicious smells wafting from the kitchen and the tummy is rumbling!