Ok so a quick catch up…….Gijon to Mundaka. The days have been long and the waves have given us sore arms, we’ve had a couple of flat days but they were welcomed as we checked out the local culture. Mundaka was a little dream, I have passed this place three times and on each of them it was flat. This time in was a couple of foot and busy as, but even though I couldn’t be bothered to fight the crowds I thought it rude to pass this wave. I ended up having a fun surf and sneaked a few long rides, I met a cool chick from France who was skippering a yacht and another fellow English lass who was living in the Canaries, it was a friendly vibe and I wanna come back soon. After, we checked out Playa Laga (across the river) this place was heavy, I thought I broke my nose, I came out bleeding and dizzy! The free camping was the most social yet, twenty vans or so all drinking and dancing in the local bar, good times!!!
Tuesday, August 18
Wednesday, August 5
Where are we now?
The days roll into one, time kinda stops, its mid week a local tells me though it feels like sunday over and over again. I love the life of a romany, to never quite know, each day a little surprise. One day there is no company, no tourists and no lights; the next a spanish holiday spot, a flat ocean and kids everywhere.
We have been taking part in 'el pasedo', the daily evening stroll combined with tapas and ceverza. The heat stays in the sun till late and everyone loves an amble after their siesta. We love the tapas espescially when we can decifer the carne from the pescado, the beers though draugh style- resemble those from Holand with massive foamy heads, Ella suggested she get behind and showed them a thing or too but that was obviously the beer talking.
I could defo live here, the people, the pace of life and the language all make for a place with homely warmth.
But for now I'm off as the bar man has just told me a load of tourist cars have been broken into, so we are fleeing and will hopefully find the van in one piece!
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Saturday, August 1
On the road in northern Spain
I am writting this in a little local smoke filled den called bar Los Angeles somewhere south of Andrin. The swell has dropped off today so we were on our way to the Picos de Europa to do a little trekking but the heavens opened so we stopped for a cafe con leche. Its not until you get into a public place when mirors tell you the tale of van life, even after a week our hair is thick with salt and we're not sure whether it is dirt or a good sun tan for the complexion. The sun looks like its starting to pop its head back out and Ely has sucessfully made friends with all other coffee drinkers plus reading all the books in his collection and therefore its time to get back on the trail.
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