Monday, July 28th: I didn’t sleep well last night. Not because of the bed in the car, but because I am getting more and more nervous. Three days. Only three days!
For our trip today I choose something from my very special bucket list, but don’t tell my family what it is. Before we start we check out from the camping spot and are told to come back in the afternoon when the bungalow is ready. It’s only a short ride from Santander to the west and the places around it are pretty packed with people, although it’s not really beach weather. But the stunning spot I have in mind is empty. Some people walking by, but we can take photos without getting in the way of anyone else. I have this place flagged on my navigational system in my phone since I learned where it is exactly. And now I am standing here.
I can’t stop looking at this marvellous place. El mar no cesa, it is obviously true.
My family already suspects that this is a place from the HdS sightseeing list and I tell them. They are impressed, but less about the musical and photographical history of this place than by the possibility to climb, little lizards in the grass and the steep precipices. Before we lose anyone of our travel party, we decide to leave. On the way to the car a family overtakes us and one of them is singing along a song K1 and I immediately recognise. Well, at least from which band because I was so surprised that I couldn’t process it further. My daughter is excited: „Did you hear? That’s from the band that’s not Héroes and not Arde, but the one with the climber!“ Ah, yes, you mean Ultraligera. The climber. Well. You could say „the band you have something from a song tattooed on your arm“ or „the band you owe a bottle of whisky and have no idea how to get it there“, but apparently it’s „the one with the climber“.
What else is on the list? The Altamira caves, let’s go there. But it’s Monday, they are closed. Plan B. We drive around a bit, but this seems to be a very pilgrim-touristic area and it’s immensely crowded. We drive back to Santander and go to the beach near the Campa de la Magdalena. My family dives right into the sea, but I am happy with just cooling my legs a bit.
Back at the camping grounds we get the key to our little house and we unpack. The kids want to go to the pool again, so we make a chill evening and eat at the restaurant. The food is good, but pricy. Good thing the house has a small kitchen.