Awoke to soaking wet tents and gear. Seafog rolled in during the night. Restful sleep to the nonstop thundering chorus of the break. Tents had inadvertently blocked the crab highway, introducing an unwelcome obstacle in their massive commute from the tops of the dunes to the sea.
Headed south from Penitas to the small beack community of Perula which – despite all the tourist hotels – feels almost deserted. Hard to imagine what live is like in these little beach towns during the *very* low season. We are the only guests at a local hotel, with a 3rd floor room overlooking a huge, gently sloping beach that extends almost as far as the eye can see.
We spend the afternoon eating grilled camerones and drinking cervezas then a few hours in the surf.
The pet parrots in the courtyard of the hotel settle down at dark but we continue our converstaion outside our room over “New Mix” accompanied by the sound of the waves.
Hard to imagine a more perfect day.