We left Aracena Spain under heavy fog/rain wearing full raingear. It was another chilly morning with the temperature when we left at 52 degrees Fahrenheit, but within about 45 minutes the fog started to lift and we saw some sunshine.
We saw hundreds of cork trees on the first day of our ride, and started seeing cork trees again today with the distinctive removed bark on the bottom portion of the trees.
We rode today primarily on the narrow, twisty, curving roads we're getting used to, first riding through rolling hills sometimes dotted with open fields with brilliant colors.
The border crossing from Spain into Portugal is as uneventful as crossing from Colorado into New Mexico; there's a sign and nothing else since both countries as part of the EU.
One thing we did notice once back into Portugal was that the roads were even narrower and less maintained.
We stopped in the hillside fortress town of Mertola, located at the confluence of two rivers.
The landscape became quite steep; not quite mountains, but definitely more than rolling hills. We saw sheep, goats, horses, cows, pigs and once a Portuguese wildcat ran across the road in front of us. Just before the wildcat ran across the road we saw warning signs, similar to deer crossing warning signs.
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