You walk into Aracena with heavy legs and a contented mind. The town sits on a hill, and you’ll feel that in your calves for a little while longer. Then the day is done: almost 9 hours on the road. A cold drink on a terrace tastes extra good here.
This morning you set off through the red mining landscape around Minas de Riotinto. After that, it became greener and quieter. The road keeps climbing and dropping again, with no truly flat stretch to catch your breath. It’s hard going, but honest. Your pace decides everything. Near the end, you look back one last time at the hills of the Sierra, where cork oaks and holm oaks stand in the late light, with the red sand of the path running between them.