Cabo to Comillas - Taking stock by the sea

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Approaching the halfway point to Santiago, I felt I needed to take stock (like this lady symbolising the people (women in particular) who gather from the seas here in Cantabria. So I have decided to stopover in Comillas for a couple of nights - in a beachside pension - without a ‘direct’ ocean view but hey I’ve got my own room. Luxury!

This morning’s departure from the Albergue Izarra was  heartfelt. People had such a lovely time- I even played a little  Brahms Lullaby on the uke in the dark in the dormitory to try and send  everyone to sleep. It was very funny. 
Julia the hospitalera (pictured) insisted on a photo - taken by husband Pascal - they met on rhe Via de la Plata in 2018 and decided to open a donativo albergue. Being peregrinos they have a deep and practical understanding of what tired sore and hungry people need at the end of the day. Hats off to them!


The morning was still and cool. Good for walking.
I noticed significant amounts restoration and renovation. 18th century houses getting the full treatment- great to see

The younger people looking out for older people as they walk alongside 

Don’t see many local people really. Pilgrims start early and usually finish when siesta is happening - then we usually eat earlier - when the families start coming out to play, and head off to sleep when the Spanish are getting the party started - plus in the forests and open farmland there are few people anyway- so it is a little strange - but that’s the rhythm.

Like it or not!

Approaching Comillas the wobbly rock descent began, and then the coastline  appeared 

And it was time to find accommodation and unpack- bliss! And go for a walk. 

Up rhe beach 

And back down - at least to the Comillas Beach Hut where I put both feet on the ground 

There were two other reasons for me taking some time sideways today and tomorrow- First I’m planning on taking a bus to see the Cave of Altamira - regarded as the Sistine Chapel of Prehistoric Art. And second- the weather forecast for walking is dreadful 


Better to stay dry in a cave - don’t you think!






Comments

  1. Anonymous26 October 2023 at 03:36

    Good thinking Mike. Rest up. Your journey is inspirational 👏👏👏

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  2. Anonymous26 October 2023 at 08:24

    You know what to do, amigo. May your feet heal, your body rest and your spirit renew. Neils

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