And a pretty big hill. I had to shift down into first gear to get up the hill, taking little steps. The view from the top was lovely.
We were passed by seven bicyclists, including one from the Netherlands who stopped to chat, and we passed two women from Argentina. Then we saw El Real de la Jara, which might mean the Royal Rockrose, or might mean the Real Fuzz. Google Translate makes me laugh. We asked our waitress at dinner, and she said it meant the Reality of the Rockrose, and that the rock rose is a flower. Jim asked if it was a pretty flower, and she replied, “not particularly.” She showed us a photo, and I realized I had taken several of them, including the pic at the top of the hill today. I think it’s a very pretty flower.
The castle is of unknown origin, probably built in the 14th century to keep out those pesky Portuguese. From the ramparts, you can see another castle! The white road (old Roman road) is part of the trail we’ll be walking tomorrow. 569 miles to go.