Last night we took a stroll past the string of campgrounds along this part of the coast. They really all looked like tent towns. Tent trailers were parked with precision to fit into their small plots. Adults drank and had lively discussions under colorful awnings while children played and had the freedom that only a summer can provide. Wet towels hung from clotheslines and laughter and splashes echoed from the suspiciously the cloudy pool.
We sat down at one of our neighbouring campground bars hoping to order some food. It was 7:30 and you would be hard pressed to find anywhere in Spain serving dinner at that time. The server told us that food service would not begin until 9pm. The patio was shaded, cool, and was a great spot for people watching; so, we just ordered some drinks and sat and enjoyed observing this little snapshot of life.
Our original plan today was to cycle the two peninsulas that create the Bay of Pontevedra and the Bay of Vigo.
The last plot in this camp was ours. They really jammed every one in here. If you like being cozy with your neighbours, stay here.
We stood out here at this campground. Many curious onlookers, wondering what we were up to, and young kids practicing their English, with shy, ‘hellos’ and ‘hi’s’.
