This is our first encounter with the hills that lead to the Pyrenees mountains.
Dave in action.
The best sandwich ever.
In the most delightful square.
Dave with the band.
This small town perfectly framed the mountains.
Our campsite that night. Calzone for dinner.
The base of our steep climb...
5 hours later at the summit. A cool 1800m.
From the summit we descended rapidly to Puigcerda one of the main boarder towns between Spain and France.
The next morning (slightly hungover after celebrating) Dave asked his personal barber for a trim. He was happy to oblige. Before.
After.
Our last view of Spain or our first view of France you can never tell.
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