When we arrived in Morella, we asked for a lunch recommendation. At nearly 3pm on a Wednesday, out of tourist season, our choices were very limited. So we ran quickly into the one nearby that was still open. We ate until bursting, but in the end didn’t finish even half our mains. Far more meat than either of us was ready for.

We waddled off for a much needed exploration of the town, groaning slightly at the steepness of the streets and making note of the next day’s opening hours.  Eventually we headed back to our hotel for the night–funny how you don’t need dinner when you’ve gorged late in the afternoon.

The genuine fun began the next morning. Since nothing opened before 11, we decided to walk the Ruta del Dino.

This path was supposed to take us down out of town, under the medieval aqueduct, and out past an area when dinosaur footprints are still visible in the rock.

We found the aqueduct located next to the remains of a 13th century leper hospital.

We didn’t find the dino route. We did, however, find a lovely path circling under the hill (mountain? mesa?) that the town is built atop. Long vistas, cow bells, terraces and walls wherever we looked, all bathed in sunshine.