Espaguetis!

I’ve eaten it almost every night. We’ve ridden it almost every day. Today was no exception. 

We headed up to Mogán in a taxi to eliminate the boring bit and maximise the calm weather window and thoroughly enjoyed climbing the peaceful zigzags of Serenity for the second time this holiday. This time, however, we headed east and home, stopping at an old favourite cafe in Soría where an astonishingly good mango juice is served on arrival. It was three euros each cheaper this year but the meal three times more; he seems to put in the till what he fancies but it was worth it.

The road down to Soría has been improved slightly on a couple of years ago but still looks pretty dodgy in this photo!