Last night, a band of orange across the sky signalled the sun was setting.
We walked to the end of the road to the tourist bus terminal, passing one of the hostels for the walkers of the Camino de Santiago.
Outside the hostel there was a vending machine, unlike any found in England. How do you fancy chorizo sausage, Iberico ham, anchovies and cheese? Don't worry sweet lovers, the token bags of Haribo's were available as well.
This morning we discovered Marge was still leaking in her bathroom, so the sink was removed again. Unfortunately, the problem will probably have to wait until we return to England to be rectified, so in the mean time we have a towel in place to deal with the leakage.
Today we have moved just a few miles along the coast to the seaside resort of Comillas. It has two wonderful, sandy beaches, and an old town with rough cobbled streets and arcaded mansions. Many years ago the town was a favourite holiday destination for the aristocracy from Madrid and Barcelona. Despite the heat, we walked out this afternoon up the hill to the Pope's University, which has not been used since 1964, and is now maintained and opened to the public by the people of Comillas.
Above Palace Sobrellano
Above Gaudi's El Capricho
Then a walk back down the hill to the Gothic Palace Sobrellano, and Gaudi's El Capricho. We had enjoyed looking around, and we thought the contrast of the sun drenched beaches and architecture of the town, was a gorgeous mix. Hot and tired, we returned to Marge, who'd we left parked by the beach, our home for the night along with many other vans.
Later, after our evening meal, we will take a short walk out around the corner to the port, where the rusting hulls of the fishing boats, wait for their call to sea. Meanwhile a well deserved glass of wine whilst typing the blog, the view, across the bay, the sun glittering on the blue of the sea. What's not to like?
Tonight we will fall asleep listening to the rolling waves as they fall on to the shoreline, and we are sure, they will also be our early alarm call in the morning.
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