There is a very flat and tiled walking path from past our campground all the way around the bay over to the big grassy area on the other side of the bay (maybe 3 k long?). It was so cool to see all the townspeople out using it every day. The interesting part is that it is busiest from 8-11pm. Nearly no one is out from 2-5pm as that is the “nap” time here. I’m not sure if people really nap, but stores are ALL closed for 3 hours and no one is out or around despite the perfect 72 degree sunny, breezy weather. We’ve been wondering when they actually work as no one starts early here either. Our camp ground has a very strict “absolute silence” period from midnight until 8am, telling us it isn’t an early culture either. The only ones up early are the surfers who come out at daybreak to surf. This seems to hold true across the entire northern Spanish coast, likely helped by the many surfing schools in each town. Here we actually got anxious watching them as the surfers come pretty close to the giant rocks in the water.
We did our Chat GPT tour again yesterday of the historic old town. I’ve learned now to tell ChatGPT how long we want to walk (which will always be longer than she estimates it is -and I say she because the voice that reads it to us is a lady). When I tell it to include a large amount of justice and cultural details, it begins to feel like a tour guide. Yesterday she took us to some Roman bath ruins - now we both want to visit a Roman bath! We found this place very nearby the baths and might have stayed an extra day here if they’d have let us in.
If you look closely, you can see people swimming in the ocean up against the cliffs. There was a partial wall built into the sea about 20 ft out from the cliff, creating a natural swimming pool but with one side open. When the tide comes in, it is a bit of a riskier swim but these people were having fun. This place was a private, exclusive club of some sort with a giant door (at least 12 feet high) that only opens if you have made a reservation for the day. There was a butler-looking (dressed halfway between a butler and a FBI agent) guy who opened the door to let people out but no one could come in without a reservation. There was no doorbell, buzzer ir knocker. Apparently people just arrive on time and are let in when the butler feels like opening the door. He didn’t feel like letting us in - he looked at us up and down and then closed the door.
We learned about how to drink cider from this region. You have to pour it with gusto about a foot above the glass (or many restaurants use a pump) to create a bit of fizz. You only pour what you can drink in one mouthful as the fizz only last a few seconds
And we randomly found a bit of Munich culture down here too…Oktoberfest is here too but with a slightly different approach (no roasted chickens, no German clothes, no pretzels, and Spanish techno music) but great beer and it was in a tent inside the bull fighting stadium here . I thought it was a much better use of a bullfighting stadium as I haven’t enjoyed the one bullfighting I went to years ago.
We are off to Santiago de Campostela today…
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