Writing the blog on this trip is so difficult, I don’t know why I persist. To be able to read it later, I suppose. No matter what method I try, app, on line, save, edit, entries and photos disappear. There has to be a better way.
I love the morning:
Apparently, everyone is doing it:
Reminiscent of Stony Creek:
This was ond fantastic hotel in little Liendo, and the manager was so nice that she let me make make my own breakfast. Since the next morning was a Sunday, they don’t serve before 9:00 a.m., and who can wait until then to set out, missing those fresh hours before it gets hot? I was given instructions on how to use the coffee machine, the microwave, how to lock the inner door and the outer gate and to depost my key in el buzon (the mailbox). Truth be told, I didn’t understand it all, but, gracias a dios, enough to manage and not blow anything up:
A sweet sight on the way:
It is so nice when you meet someone, who wants to chat. This is Hans from, yes, as he is letting us know, Hamburg.
And this is me on the boat from where ever it is to Santaña:
I had a short day today, 17 K, but Hans from Hamburg…he does want one to remember that… had another 17 K to go. I make up the distance tomorrow:
Sandpipers? Oh they were so cute runnning about pecking their little beaks in the sand. One does wonder what tasty morsels they find there:
Grandma Goes Coastal 