When the sun finally comes out it is glorious. It seems as if each village is perched on a hill. The push up is often rewarded with a bar where one can get a cafe con leche and rest the feet - and the back.
Grapes here are not staked, but trimmed back to their ancient trunks. Last year's vines are gathered and used as firewood.
Red poppies are everywhere, even in the wheat fields.
The city of Estella is on the rio Ega.
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