Friday the 13th

OMG! No Blipfoto, all day! It really brings home to you how central blipping has become to your life. I clicked anxiously on the bookmark several times in the course of the afternoon, and feverishly checked the Facebook group for any news.

Our last full day in the Sobrarbe was a bit of a damp squib. Contrary to the forecast and all previous experience, we woke to very low cloud (low enough to constitute fog) which didn't dissipate all day. We tidied up and did desultory packing in the morning, then went shopping for foody souvenirs, and for the obligatory cafe con leche and pastries in los Pirineos. I made a tortilla for lunch with the remaining eggs, and then we decided we'd go out anyway, to the church at San Vicente de Labuerda. Needless to say the church was locked, but we weren't expecting anything else. And conditions weren't ideal for photos. We had a wander round the village -- described on the map as despoblado (abandoned) but definitely showing signs of life in the form of obnoxious barking dogs, a bevy of grumpy cats (see extra), and the sound of chainsaws preparing firewood for winter. Alternative blip: a leaf -- that's how interesting our day was.

This evening we'd planned to go for a last round of tapas, but when we got to the Plaza Mayor the place we'd planned to go was closed and I didn't fancy the silly tapas place (nothing to do with the mild food poisoning I had last time we went there). The plaza was chilly and almost deserted as well -- our first taste of seasonal weather. We ended up in the pizzeria where we ate, in record time, a massive salad and indifferent pizzas, before retreating homewards with the remains of our bottle of rather good Ribera del Duero.