Tales of Spain Part 2: Rodellar

We blazed down the highways in the kickin' Peugeot (can you tell I really liked our rental car) at a steady 120-130 km/hr. Then, we experienced some genuine European rural driving. A slim vein of asphalt that did not seem wide enough to accommodate two cars wound through a post card setting of fields, and tiny towns with buildings set into rock outcrops. The road wound like a string of spaghetti along the rims of deep canyons, and we crossed narrow, single lane arch bridges constructed from stone and mortar.

While it was questionable whether or not the road was wide enough for two cars, it was certainly not wide enough for a tour bus and our car. We were greeted with the front bumper of a bus coming around a sharp corner, and the only option available was to take the Peugeot into the ditch. The Peugeot was unfazed, and we pressed on, the road descending through a thick forest, until we arrived at our destination: Rodellar.