OIA - BAIONA
The owner run seaside inn we stayed at last night, with its charming Spanish owners, ended up getting our “best personal attention” award so far. Not a word of English spoken by them, and when we indicated that we didn’t understand, they simply spoke Spanish faster thinking this was the solution.😜 Of course we gave up trying to impress on them that we still didn’t understand and nodded gleefully that all was good. Quite a bit of hand gestures and the odd Portuguese word, google translate, and firm thumb holding, resulted in a delicious, tasty vegetable soup, chips, grilled veggies and salad with dessert melon and an espresso for dinner. Such willing, friendly people they were, simply delightful!
We were firmly in the grip of thick mist when we ventured out this morning after breakfast, along the rocky shoreline and on dust paths for a few kilometers before being routed via the highway. We missed the mountain climbing turnoff by a couple of kilometers, so we had to turn around and retrace our steps!
Getting off the hard asphalt was a blessing as the mist had burnt off and we were feeling it’s harsh surface. Climbing through the forests with views down to the sea was magical and we lapped up the climb with renewed energy and vigor.
Over the mountain and down through the next village linked us to our eventual destination for tonight, the coastal town of Biaona. Every Spanish town now seems to reveal another beautiful gem of a discovery and we lapped up the atmosphere of the vibey town, welcomed by the thumping of a chorus of drum beats from a band playing to the crowds in the narrow historical streets of the old quarter where our hotel is situated.
Fatigue hit us as we settled in to our room. We are finding it difficult to last until dinner as the restaurants only open at 8.30, about the time we wanting to get some shut eye after the days walk and sightseeing!
Dulces sueños amigos