Wednesday, July 30th: Tomorrow it is. And still so far away. It’s a bit cloudy and rainy today, so I hope it won’t rain tomorrow. „This is not how the north of Spain works“, I am told. Okay then. Pack the rainjackets tomorrow, Alemania is ready for everything.
We’re having a beach day because the kids want to swim in the sea. My husband has the sudden urge to go snorkeling for the first time in decades, so we make a stop at a big store near the mall we couldn’t visit because of the height limitation of the parking grounds. What I didn’t realised until we entered the store is that they also have camping gear. So, besides flaps and two snorkeling masks we leave with a foldable table and several new towels. The self check-out once again proves that this is not a concept for me. (I told you to remind me!!!) At least the assistant was so nice as to ask me if I had a costumer card, maybe out of sympathy because I did act like someone who grow up in the woods with this system, someone with a card would be a little more experienced, one might think.
So, equipped with new stuff we leave for the beach. Finally. Something wants me to go to the other side of the bay, but of course the parking spot has height limits and Grrrmaneta once again won’t fit. So we find a quite lonely end of the bay with parking in the streets and off we go. Between some real cool looking rocks we find a spot to put our stuff and the Bay of Biscay has a real nice temperature, so even I decide to dive in. Several little yachts set anchor near the coast, they seem to explore the little island in the bay. The sun comes out after a while and it’s a really nice day.
After playing for a while, we decide to take a break. (Voice from the off: “This would have been a good time to re-apply sunscreen. But they didn’t.”) Since I tend to get sick when wearing wet clothes too long, I start to change. But I can’t find my pants. So, what do you do? Right, you sit down and trace your steps. I was reading messages on my phone, then I took off my pants. This must lead me to my dry clothes. Taking my phone and someone is texting: “THE GUYS ARE ALREADY IN SANTANDER!!!” Oh, that’s more interesting than pants, so I check out the latest gossip. I see the guys enjoying themselves on a boat, on a jet ski …
Wait a second – that’s exactly that part of the beach where we are staying! And suddenly I realise that a new boat has arrived. Suspiciously full of young men and at least one of them with long hair. I am panicking. This might be them. And I am standing on the beach without my pants and only in a towel from the waist down. Like at the vineyard, but this time I do care that I’m not properly dressed. So many beaches in Santander, so many peaceful places and yet this happens. I’m doing a great Mr Bean reenactment, you know the thing with him changing into his pants next to the blind man, and we leave. After all, we can’t be sure if it was the band, but knowing my luck it was them and they probably also have formidable eyesight. Good thing I’m not blogging so that they’ll never learn about this extremely embarassing story.