Where’s Bertie? He remains at Camping Los Pinos.
Weather: warm and dry Tuesday to Thursday (20+ degrees daytime highs). Overcast and some rain Friday morning. Extreme wind today, but gloriously sunny.
There’s nothing much to report. We’re just pootling about, enjoying ourselves doing not very much.
We both headed out into the hills on Tuesday, with Mick turning back (as planned) at the signed junction to Vistahermosa, whereas I carried on with the Castello Pulpi being my intended objective. It was only when I got to a closed path and checked to see if it was a turn I was supposed to be taking, that I discovered that I’d gone awry about a kilometre earlier and was merrily walking off down the wrong side of the hill. Ooops. No matter – as long as I was moving over rough terrain with plenty of ascent for 3 hours, it didn’t much matter where I went, so it turned into an out-and-back with a few branches attached to it (the other two branches were intentional!).
This was not where I intended to be!
On Wednesday we discovered that our favourite cafe y tostada bar has permanently closed – a surprise as it was always so busy last year. We went to another place that had looked popular when I’d passed previously, but found that they didn’t offer tostada, only ham sandwiches (perhaps the clue was in the name: El Nuevo Jamón). It was a very good ham sandwich, but also not the bargain of tostada in a local bar.
Thursday was a three-course lunch at Can Miguel, which featured the comedy of me speaking Spanish to the waiter and him replying in German, persistently, the whole time we were there. Having failed to disabuse him of his notion as to our nationality, there’s the danger, like going past the point of telling someone that they’ve got your name wrong, that he may remember us and we will now forever be German to him. That creates the bigger danger that at some point he will say something in German that we don’t understand, forcing us to come clean.
Alas, the meal likely contained something that my body has now randomly and erroneously decided is Very Bad, and the ensuing migraine had me feeling sorry for myself overnight and into yesterday. That made most of yesterday a write-off, which was actually reasonably well-timed given the grey sky and showers. The furthest we went was to the supermarket (about a 3 minute walk away).
We were back in Bertie when suddenly sirens started sirening. We have four phones onboard, and three of them were connected to the network when the government issued an emergency alert for a red weather warning for hurricane-force winds in this area today. The other phone sirened when I turned it on at bedtime. This is interesting, as I didn’t receive the alerts sent out on either occasion when the UK system was tested.
Needless to say, it’s a bit blowy out today and as I type this it’s still 3 hours before the winds are due to peak, but it’s going to stay windy until the early hours of tomorrow.
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Later... just after I typed the above, another emergency alert came through, reminding everyone not to travel today. As it goes, we don't think the winds got anywhere near the forecast levels (140km/h), as there's no evident significant destruction from what we can see around us, although there were certainly some big gusts and staying indoors felt like the safest choice. By 6.30pm it was still remarkably blowy, but had settled down enough for us to think that venturing over to the dish washing area wasn't a foolhardy expedition. The way the roof was rattling over there was a bit alarming; a speed dish washing session was completed.
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