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I now totally understand why it is called a weather forecast because we should only use as guidance like the Gps. As technology improves sometimes we are so easy to reply on it, then when nature shows us the real world maybe it could be a bit late to realize. Well we had another great little sail today, I was planning to fly the spinnaker easy surf west with the predicted north easterly force 3 or 4 so left the ...
... de Europa national park, where a little train called a funicular ran up and down inside a mountain. We went up in the funicular, then walked for a few hundred metres until we got to a village. The village was sort of split in half, with a stream running in the middle. There was 2 bridges across the stream, a good sturdy one, and one made just out of planks set across the stones. We went across the one made out of planks, just for fun. When we ...
Sophie and Leah got up early for school and about 20 minutes after they left, I got up too. I wanted to eat breakfast before it was over so I tried to leave and the door was locked. I started trying harder and harder to open it and it wouldn't budge. I slammed myself into it and debating jumping out of the window but it was too much distance. I started banging my fists on the door and screaming for help and eventually two girls got a janitor to come and open the ...
... where we are
headed (which would mean a long passage)
The coastline is amazing when you can
see it. It has changed quite significantly since leaving the Picos
behind – rolling green valleys, sheer cliff faces of limestone and
wonderful wooded mountains in the background.
We got to the harbour, which is full of
small craft and fishing boats and the moorings are onto buoys where
you tie on fore and aft. ...
... which was red bull, orange juice and vodka and did a rose and a thorn. My thorn was me missing my flight, and my rose was the weekend in Zarautz. When it was Zak's turn to go, he made a speech about how grateful he was to have met all of us and how even though we were only together for a short amount of time, we had touched him and had all connected on a deeper level than we could have ever imagined. Then Kory brought up the point that even if we had known each other before ...