In one extremely long sentence, as I say hasta luego to San Vicente de la Barquera, where I had some very fresh seafood last night that everyone else was eating like candy but I was dissecting like an anatomy lab assignment, I don’t wonder if my ride this morning will start with an uphill climb; I only wonder how steep and long the climb will be.
Anyway, today's ride took me directly north of the Picos de Europa . . .
. . . some very tall craggy mountains that I hiked in when I took my first solo trip here two years ago (seen here in the distance).
And in an amazing coincidence that is meaningful to me and no one else, when I went to Picos de Europa two years ago to go hiking, I drove west on the main highway and then turned off at a small town to head south toward the mountains. Today taking a different route, I rode my bike into and out of that very same town. It brought back memories of my first trip here, which now seems like a long time ago.
My ride ended today at Llanes, which is much larger than the towns I’ve been in the last couple of days, which I prefer because the place doesn’t totally shut down at 9:00.
Plus the wifi here is great, which means I don’t have to walk all around the hotel with my laptop trying to find a decent signal, something that both the hotels and I find uncomfortable. This part of Spain is known for two things, anchovies and milk, neither of which gets me really excited (either in combination or standing alone). But the web is full of people describing just how great the milk is here. Whatever. But you will see in this picture a "lecheria," which is basically an artisanal milk store. Kind of like hand-made soap but, you know, for milk.
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