La Ermita de Deva
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It was a bliss of bends as we headed west along the north coast, passing Bilbao and Santander on the way while sticking to the back roads as much as possible. The destination for today was Comillas, a unique spot as it is one of the very few outside Barcelona where Gaudi has designed some architecture. The sunflower palace (my name for it, not Gaudi's) was impressive! I would like to live in a house like that: grand, artistic, and a little pretentious, it ...
... preparing the head sail under power. It started quite nice at midday with the full main beam reaching out of the bay then just before I had the angle to pass the cape, heavy swells with strong gust made me hold action. Having out the outboard inside, the main was not enough to power us through these big breaking waves. Then I remembered all the basics again, little small simple things makes high difference at ...
... and had lunch at restaurant next to the stream. After lunch we walked a few more tracks, then caught the funicular back down the train station and drove back to the house.
Another one of the days, we drove to a bus stop near our house, in the village. We caught a bus up to the bottom of a walk, which went up to an amazing viewing point of 2 lakes called the Lakes of Covadonga. Which is also part of the Picos de Europa national ...
... hot at 8pm which was nice.
Back in Oviedo, we showered and headed out for dinner with our new friends to check out the sidre and the local fare. There’s a main sidre boulevard that is completely filled with sidre bars and restaurants and it’s a pretty impressive sight. The sidre they are famous for isn’t carbonated heavily like the stuff we are used to in the UK/NZ so they pour it from a great height – full stretch over the head ...
... 8221; (for want of a
better word) a rather awkard night with the swell rolling in ever so
gently which reminded us of Alderney and Dale (Pembrokeshire) where
we would roll and come to an abrupt halt with a squeak of the ropes
and the rub of the fenders against the pontoon (except in Alderney
where there was no pontoon just an abrupt halt). At least we got a
decent sail in the day before and did not have to pay for the berth.