That’s more like it. Small beach less than five minutes from the marina, big beach a walk through town further.
Aperitif in the marina club restaurant the first evening: calamares spot-on, bacalao with black olives great too, and the view (embellished by our Ovni) lived up to what one might expect a ria seaview to be.
The town is simple enough but a little more up-market than the ‘rustic’, ‘quaint’ charm of Camarinas.
Time at the beach each day saw life start to feel a lot more like a holiday than up until now. To such a degree that I’m wary of writing any more, risking sounding like anyone else talking about their holidays – wandered round town, lunch of tapas / fish in the town square on the terrasse, then all afternoon on the beach swimming, volleyball, petanque, football, sandcastles, ….
Leaving for the beach was delayed by the arrival of Campos, a Volvo Ocean Race 65 with Michel Desjoyeaux at the helm – Skippette took full advantage of the French flavour of the crew to scrounge an invitation aboard. A real push since there was about 10-15 minutes between the crew returning from lunch at the Club Nautico to cast off their lines.
Sunset at the end of our first day was a striking pink ria sunset as we enjoyed aperitif of rose, tapenade, crisps, coke and sirop de grenadine in the cockpit. I hope everyone reading this has had a few of the same, and is enjoying sunshine wherever they are.
Securing permission to visit one of (reportedly) the best beaches in the world was facilitated by the very helpful marina staff who helped navigate Spanish bureaucracy.
Even the local Eroski bent their rules for us – payments with debit cards must be accompanied by passport or other photo id here, no matter who you are (local or tourist) – allowing us to leave with our shopping without paying.
One of the local fishermen even gave the whole crew a lesson in how to catch octopus and sardines.
Sunny, calm weather. No wonder we ended up spending three days here.