Things I did in Ribadesella while waiting for my turn at the caves:
--slept with the window open to listen to the sea--I was as bad as Silke these days. In Ribadesella, I made the acquaintance of the sea, from my window and from the beach, and I fell in love. I spent hours watching a little fishing boat plying its way, with a logic I couldn't fathom, back and forth across the bay, lights winking in the sunset, every now and then dipping behind a wave, but popping up again every time. I could never quite figure out whether the tide was coming in or out, either. Capricious and unpredictable, but fun to be with; a perfect springtime fling!
--found the local locutorio where I could write home.
--walked back and forth across the modern bridge which linked the old town and the new town where I was staying.
--gave directions to a town I'd never visited to the driver of a broken-down Ducati. He was supposed to meet his girlfriend there, and he was worried that he'd be late. Hope he made it!
--finished up my cough medicine.
--photographed these derelict fishing boats. If my survey of the internet is anything to go by, its de rigeur for any peregrino crossing the bridge (see above) at low tide.
--ate a three course dinner every night; broad beans in tomato sauce, pork chops, arroz con leche at every opportunity; I tasted "ze chees zat smells like fite" in a sauce over a breaded cutlet and the third part of the triumvirate of Asturia Cuisine, sidra, quite nice, and not a sour as the Basque version. There was always way too much food for anyone who hadn't been walking all day.
--laundry
--walked the beach in bare feet, looking for the perfect shell. I didn't find it but it didn't matter.
Things I did not do in Ribadesella
--visit the church. It took me the best part of two days even to find it, tucked away in a plaza at the far end of town
--visit the ermita up on the hill. I could see it from my room, but I was still hill-shy
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