Tapas Are Small Portions, Aren't They?

LLANES.

A long journey ahead of us prompts us to be on our way by 9 again. It starts with slow winding climbs and falls and the moves into the narrow streets of Bilbao. The latter becomes as stressful as yesterday in San Sebastian. Eventually, we opt for the motorway. It transpires that there are no tolls on this stretch.

We call at Castro Urdiales to celebrate with a McDonald's. We also pick up provions at a large Euroski supermarket. On towards Colombres, the motorway option shaves at least an hour off the journey and remains free. The site is a large car park next to a hotel in the middle of nowhere. We decide to move on but not before we are able to fill up with water and empty the grey and black. All for free.

Leaving the motorway, we followed an Irish motorway down the slip road. He reappears a junction further along and then in the site at Llanes. Roadworks again make our approach difficult but we get there in the end. Rosie cycles into the town whilst I walk. It is a stopping off point on the Camino Way. The sea is rough but the sun shines until 6pm. Then it becomes chilly.

Enjoy a beer in a bar then wander back to the van. The Irishman wanders over for a chat. A Cork man, he has a very slow way of talking. Subjects range from Brexit to Portugal to the methods of agriculture in Spain. He insults me by saying that his former skipper argued that only Yorkshiremen were the true English. Although he didn't smile, I think it was said tongue in cheek.

The view from the van looks into the hills. Note the peak appearing above the cloud line.

We walk back to town for tapas. Pick a family run bar, there appear to be three generations working there. We choose three tapas on the assumption that the portions will be similar to home. Not so, far too much food appeared. We did try our best to eat it, though.