Since we wanted to ride the scenic route (105 mins longer), we went early to avoid the worst of the heat.
Then it happens upon the Venta el Madroño, a cafe with a view on a climbing curve whose name, I think, loosely translates as 'Stop here if you've been looking for a break from your ride for about 25 minutes longer than you intended and your arse is aching (and you really want some breakfast)'.
It's a bikers' bar, as evidenced by the motorcycle in the room and the photographs.
We're in a very lovely apartment in Sevilla now for a week. No more chasing of tails for us.
There'll be flamenco, food and, maybe, football. Aren't we lucky!
Home thoughts from abroad
Whatever you may think, we haven't 'escaped' the parlous goings on in politics in London. We keep abreast of it, discuss it and worry about it - as you do. I feel guilty about being away during this time (I know it's irrational) and, should barricades be required to be manned, don't discount coming back to do so. If you think I'm bonkers, I hope you're right.
Johnson's a buffoon, yes, but he's a dangerous one.