On the move again, off to Rota which is in the Bay of Cadiz. What a nice place. It’s where a lot of the Spanish go on holiday, so no mass tourism – well that is unless you go to the beach on a Sunday.
We encountered this back in Bayona as well, it’s as if they gather on the beach to catch up with what’s been going on the rest of the week. They have no problem laying their towel right beside yours, I mean practically on top of yours. Anyway, I love listening into other people’s conversations, shame I couldn’t understand any of it.
We also got an invite to a Spanish wedding. Well, not quite strictly true, Gordon said you would have thought I was one of the guests as I was right in there with the photographers taking pictures of the bride and some of the hats for my wee friend Karen who is a Milliner. I can provide her number if anyone needs an amazing hat. Anyway, back to the wedding. Outside, after the ceremony the best man pulls out a guitar and the groom sings a love song to his new wife, talk about not a dry eye in the house. Lovely.
There is a mixture of old and new in the architecture. Notably amongst the old are the Castillo de Luna and the Church.
Lots of winding alleys in the old town which seem inexorably to lead to Paella
We had a visit on board from the Guardia National Civil, they were extremely nice guys and just had a look at our passports and made sure we weren’t hiding any illegal immigrants on board, lol. They asked if we were considering heading to Africa and highlighted the dangers. All-in all not what we had heard about these visits, perhaps it’s just the way you treat people just doing their job that pays dividends?
