Sunday, July 27th, evening: We arrive in Santander at the campingsite we are planning to stay at for the rest of the week anyhow. They have another place for this night available, it’s pretty quiet here. Some people from the Netherlands, Belgium, a youth camp from France and a motorhome from Italy. Some Germans arrive at the same time we do, but we didn’t come here to make friends. At least not with German tourists with white socks in sandals.
Next to the campsite there’s a lighthouse. We take a little walk and are in love with the view. Not only can you see the whole bay and the town, you can also see the place why we are here. Only four days. It feels surreal, I started the countdown at 256.
I suddenly know where we will be going tomorrow.