Spain and Beyond

It’s a sunny day and the beaches are fab. We continue to travel through one little charming village after another, and each one is just as cute. We’ve improved upon our lunch strategy, with a quarter of last night’s sandwich each, and whatever we can smuggle from the breakfasts. We meet a German couple at breakfast who seem to share the town with us, as no one else is around. We start the day with the trip’s first taste of an amazing little chocolate croissant. We almost turn around to go back for more, but there are too many hills we’ve already passed.

Today is tiring again, and I curse Antonio for always finding us fabulous places with a view at the top of a big hill. We debate how to get more cushion under our bums and decide we’ll take out anyone who comes by with a full-suspension bike, but alas, no one comes. I consider how we could work it to take a rest day and repair our bodies, but there are too many things already planned in the days ahead. If I were to do this again, I would choose shorter distances, but Drew is a happy camper. We stay at a wonderful farm guest house, and are greeted with two curious kittens, three dogs, goats, and a hammock. Love! Another lovely place, but I think it’s meant more for the summer as there is only heat in the bedroom and I miss the heated floors from yesterday. Our resident ‘mom’ is very friendly and drives us to a great restaurant on the point in Arrifana, which initiates our Chicken Piri Piri kick. It feels weird to ride in a car.