You leave Villanueva de Valdegovía at an unhurried pace. The village doesn’t hold on to you for long. Before you know it, you’re walking between fields and meadows into open country, with the morning still crisp on your face.
This is an easy day, but it isn’t flat. Up a little, then down again, over and over. No slope that really wears you out, but enough to keep your calves awake. The highest point is a little over 800 metres. After about five hours of walking you arrive in Bóveda, a small village where you can put your rucksack down without any rush. All the way, hills surround you, and behind you the land slowly fades into a blue haze.