Most of those pictures of cobbles were not from where we were riding. The cobbles I had to ride on were always on the run into the smaller towns where we were either staying or eating lunch/having coffee. I found that it just shook me so much, I almost felt like I had tunnel vision. I got used to it, but, I did not like it. However, it was not the majority of the riding at all. We did have to ride out of Evorra, on the second day, on a longer stretch, through city (small city, on a Saturday) traffic. The places we stayed were almost all monasteries/convents that have been turned into hotels (posadas), on the top of a hill, surrounded by cobbles. If it hadn't been raining the day we were scheduled to ride down the steep road to the castle, I would have walked down. I did this in Spain at one place.