Lying in bed last night I wondered if our lack of internet connection was due to my 3Mobile data card expiring. It's 24GB over a two year period, and thinking about it I would have inserted a new card at the beginning of some trip or other and the beginning of September would be one of them, and I couldn't remember replacing it for a while. Luckily having spent the night listening to the local wildlife including what sounded like several different owls (what do I know) I tested my theory and success! The SIM card had indeed expired, and as I carry spares of these as well as bathroom sink traps we were soon up and running again.
Oh what a treat this morning's shower was at the campsite shower block. It was sort, sharp bursts of powerful flow-rate which suited me fine as I stood in there having a wet shave at the same time.
Today's cunning plan was to travel to Comillas, a small seaside destination. Typically of course things didn't go to plan as the beachside campsite I had identified there was pretty rough, more suited to youngsters and the grass looked very wet. We decided against it, couldn't find anywhere else to park as everywhere was rammed with holiday makers and so we drove down the road and parked up on hard-standing on what looked like a former fire station.
Having fired up the laptop and taken another look at the 'Picos de Europe' tour, stopping halfway for the night at Riano on Google Maps we decided against doing it. The section on 'Street View' where there are a lot of hairpin bends looked hard work, and as The Chef said "We've done roads like that before, we don't need to do any more", which was music to my ears. So we set sail for Ribadesella about fifty miles further west along the coast. I had earmarked a dedicated Motorhome parking area (GPS: N43.460291° W5.054062°) on my Travelscript, but noted that it only had five parking spaces. I prepared The Chef for the worst as by now we were well aware that this area has lots and lots of Spanish motorhomers on holiday, many of the vehicles having been hired. I held out little hope of us getting one of those spaces but as luck would have it there was one left and we were straight in. We're right next to the free dump station but that's ok, just as long as other motorhomers back in to the space carefully to use the facilities.
So a little about Ribadesella:
Ribadesella is a town that forms part of the Picos de Europa (Peaks of Europe). It is bordered on the east by Llanes, on the south by Cangas de Onís and Parres, and on the west by Caravia. Ribadesella is the hometown of Queen Letizia of Spain.
Ribadesella has two main streets, the Gran Vía de Agustin Argüelles, and Calle Comercio. In this part of Ribadesella, there are a few banks, pharmacies, restaurants/bars, stores, and newspaper stands. Here also lies the Casco Antiguo, where the old plaza is located, as well as Ribadesella's church: Iglesia Parroquial de Sta. María Magdalena. In this part of town lie small stores of homemade products, as well as the homes of Ribadesella's inhabitants. The third part of Ribadesella consists of the Paseo Marítimo del Puerto, or the coast of the town that lies near the water. Today, this paseo is dedicated to Queen Letizia of Spain.
This town is also known for its prehistoric cave, known as the Cave of Tito Bustillo, which is open to visitors year round.
Other festivals are celebrated with food, music, and dancing with original bagpipe/Asturiano music and folklore clothing. These festivals include religious celebrations for San Antón de Cuerres, San José de Sebreñu, Nuestra Señora de Fátima de Toriellu, San Isidro, San Lorenzo, Nuestra Señora de la Asunción, Nuestra Señora de la Esperanza de Collera, and Nuestra Señora de Guía, the patron of the fisherman. The Feria del Queso (cheese festival) de Cuerres and La Fiesta del Pez (fish festival) de Tereñes are other festivals celebrated throughout Ribadesella. Semana Santa, or Easter week is very important in Ribadesella. Processions are carried out daily with great celebration. There is also a horse race/spectacular on the Santa Marina beach held each year.
After lunch we made our way downhill to look around. First we passed through the old town where I managed to get a wedding party to pose for a picture for me as we passed the church. We were pleased we had managed to park here and decided to stay until Monday morning, more than anything to try and shake off some of the holiday makers, as the kids go back to school on that day.
After wandering through the back streets of Ribadesella with its masses of restaurants with pavement dining we made our way across the estuary on the road bridge for a look at 'new town'.
On the way back 'home' I popped in to a small supermarket and bought a bottle of Bacardi and a few cans of coke so that I can enjoy a nice refreshing drink in the evenings. The Chef's fine dining offering this evening is to be a chicken curry, quick, easy, and enjoyable. Perhaps afterwards we'll sit out on the adjacent picnic table in the shade.
And Nomadland? It would be hard to think of a more boring film to sit through. It even won three Oscars, which just goes to show that if the wokes shout loud enough Hollywood will give female directors, actresses, persons of colour etc a disproportionate number of awards to keep them happy. Hopefully next year, when far more films will be released, things will get back to normal and Oscars awarded to THE BEST, no matter their colour, gender, or sexual orientation.
I've now changed in to shorts and flip-flops and I'm starting to feel as if we are actually now in Spain and things can start to pick up. I have to say, this morning I was beginning to wonder if it was all worth the effort.