Lunch break in a sunlit square, out of the wind could only be improved upon by having a beer and a Murciano, or pastel de carne. On the way back we stopped in Murcia at Zaher, a bakery/bar which I'm told was the originator of the meat-filled pastry. The other six had never had the delicacy and were very pleased with it.
With time to kill before we could check in at the hotel, we explored the city center, climbing the hill to the castle and the cathedral which was damaged by the 2010 earthquake. All around the area were many ancient buildings shored up with and reinforced by steel girders. It's a beautiful area, nevertheless.
And then there was dinner with the accompanying delicious house wine. We started with calamari, patatas brava, jamon serrano y juevos and gambas al ajillo and never made it to the main course; having filled up on lots of accompanying bread and at least eight bottles of red. What a feast!
And then Petter realized we had to get on the bikes in a few hours.
And so we raced home on Sunday
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