21.7 miles, 350 feet elevation
“I’m Walking Here! I’m WALKING HERE!” A very long and sometimes dangerous trek today. Most of it was on pavement and a couple miles, at least, were on a busy road with little soft shoulder and cars and trucks whizzing past.
Before I forget, local pintxos in Castro Urdiales were unreal! They specialized in mushroom, which had all sorts of chopped veggies and garlic mixed with the shrooms on a piece of toasted French bread. The other two were octopus and anchovies. I couldn’t tell what they were mixed with but they were absolutely incredible!
Oh, I might as well confess: in my fatigued state of unusual delirium, at least I pray it’s due to that, last evenIng at roughly 3:30 am I dove out of bed to avoid a sword wielding assassin. I had become the swashbuckling main character from the book I’m reading. I had become Arturo Perez-Reverte’s Captain Alatriste, who had previously saved two mysterious night traveling strangers, who as it turns out are none other than The Marquis of Buckingham and Charles, Prince of Wales; [well of course they are] the very own future King to England, Scotland and Ireland. The political twists and turns got me too involved.
I must have woken everyone in the small hotel. I can’t imagine the racket I caused. Thankfully, I didn’t break a lamp or anything. And the sniper-assassin was unsuccessful! I’m becoming like Cervantes’ character, Don Quixote, fighting imaginary windmills. Pictures are from a cool beach I hiked down to after 20 miles or so on pavement. I swam briefly. The next shots are of the 18 century hotel in Liendo.
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