Under the bridge

After having chouriço as a starter, way too many servings of boar meat rice and closing the meal with a pudding, I needed to walk so as not to fall asleep on the spot.

By the restaurant, a small path led to the riverside, where a small bridge stood over an almost completely dried river bed.

The sleep was still heavy on my eyes, so back to the car we went, for a back-seat nap while someone else assumed the wheel.