Burnt trees.

The drive up was sad. Miles and miles of burnt forest.

Close to the end, a deer crossed the highway just in front of me. I almost cried.

View from Chaves. River, Roman bridge.

A house with a man standing in front of it, covered by a box.

Then it was time to have fun: being with our dear friends, and a concert. Dinner, beer, and back to the hotel.

A musician plays guitar in the garden.