Once we finally crossed the border into Spain, we noticed two things: the Spanish side of the Pirineos is just as beautiful as the French Pyrénées, and gasoline is about twenty cents less per litre than in France. Welcomed into España with such good news, we got really excited about spending the next few days exploring Parque Nacional de Ordesa y Monte Perdido.
Our destination for the night was the tiny town of Torla, deep in the Ordesa Valley. We made a reservation at the refugio in town and explored while the sun set. It was quiet and we saw only a few other travelers on the streets, so we tucked into our bunks, setting our alarms for a (relatively) early start the following day.
We didn’t know if we’d be spending the night in the mountains or back in Torla, so we stopped by the supermercado to load up our packs with a variety of non-perishable snacks.
I never thought I’d say that one of the best croissants I’ve ever eaten was in Spain, but qué sorpresa! In the back of the supermercado they had racks of fresh bread and pastries that were being rolled out right as we were walking in. When we first bit into these, they melted in our mouths and quickly gained us the attention of a friendly, but hungry admirer.
We took one last moment to enjoy the warmth of a coffee before trekking into the mountains of Ordesa.