September 24, 2019
In Baiona
I don’t know about you, but when I have a cold it dampens my enthusiasm for just about everything. I’ve unfortunately picked up a real doozy that hit in force sometime yesterday (meaning two days in the future, blogwise - I’m pretty well behind). Between three days of poor WiFi and this damn cold, I’m several days delinquent on the journal and not feeling much inspiration or drive to catch up on it.
So don’t expect any great narrative or stories for a bit. I’m just going through the motions here until this scourge moves on.
Baiona is a great little place. We were delighted with our decision to stay over a second day, and spent it walking. It was grey and foggy in the morning so we took our time getting out the door. Once we did though, we spent the rest of the morning on a leisurely walk around the small peninsula that juts out into the bay. The peninsula is crowned by impressive fortifications, inside which stands the town’s parador. The trail follows the rocky shoreline beneath the fortified walls.
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After skirting the peninsula we walked over to the center of town and enjoyed our main meal of the day at a pleasing restaurant. Afterwards we walked back to our room to digest for a bit before setting off again. Rachael started first, on a long walk into the hills behind town that she had mapped out for herself. I intended to pull out the bike and cruise along the coast for a few miles, but decided against it for a pretty silly reason - I didn’t want to bother the hotel manager to unlock the garage so I could get to the bike, and then again when I would have returned just two hours later.
Instead I just took a walk myself, climbing up the hill behind the hotel for a better look at the mammoth statue at its top, the Lady of the Rock. After that I followed the ridge south until it was time to turn back, enjoying the spectacle of huge waves breaking against the rocks below. On my way back, I was startled to hear m6 name being called, faintly in the distance. Rachael!
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And, here are a couple additional photos pulled from Rachael’s phone:
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Colds are miserable!
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