Angela has recovered from her ordeal in the forest and is now confident she knows the direction to go in.Given that we had had such a long day with the travelling, we decided not to set off too early this morning as it was ‘only’ 8 miles or so again. We expected to get to our destination with enough time to sit on the beach and have a nice swim! Guess what! Didn’t happen! We didn’t end up leaving until 11 o’clock but it was a cloudy day with a bit of drizzle and so I wasn’t unduly concerned about the late start. A really pleasant walk.
We chose the most comfortable walking speed for ourselves and me, Nurse Ang and Martin hung to the rear and the rest of the group forged ahead.
Caught up a couple of hours later, drinking beer outside a cafe! So sat down for our first beer which moved to another and then we felt peckish and then there were delicious tapas all served with fab home-made chips. Tasty calamares, little chorizos and chicken goujons made with fillet. It was yummy-yum yum. A group of Spanish peregrinos stopped and we had a good chat. They were having their backpacks carried by car and we were a bit jealous!
Resumed walking and Martin sped up and walked with the others for a while. Me and Anglela took our time and did a bit of blackberry picking (they are honestly the most tasty and musky blackberries I have ever tasted!) and stopped at a little house that looked really interesting and went to ask someone if they could take a photo of us because it was so picturesque.
A woman came out shouting loudly (difficult to tell if they are friendly sometimes cos they shout a lot when they are being nice too!) "etc etc Molina etc etc" I thought it was her daughter's name or something because she poked her head out but what it was she thought we were wanting to have a look at the Molina which we discovered means Mill. To our amazement she had a really old functioning water mill that ground up different types of flour and she showed us around and turned it to demonstrate how it worked! I did video it so if I can get it on the blog I will do so later.
Martin like the true gent he is sat in a bar supping ale on the edge of the town until me and Ang turned up again and we walked together into the centre. We arrived at about 7.30, an hour after the others and we checked into accommodation.
A woman came out shouting loudly (difficult to tell if they are friendly sometimes cos they shout a lot when they are being nice too!) "etc etc Molina etc etc" I thought it was her daughter's name or something because she poked her head out but what it was she thought we were wanting to have a look at the Molina which we discovered means Mill. To our amazement she had a really old functioning water mill that ground up different types of flour and she showed us around and turned it to demonstrate how it worked! I did video it so if I can get it on the blog I will do so later.
Dinner at 9 and walked around the town trying to find somewhere that wasn’t tapas and ended up eating back where we started close to the hotel.
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