I’m sitting in an outdoor cafe in Laredo, enjoying a second breakfast of cafe con leche and a croissant. I’m a bit chilled from the wet and cold weather. Walking the ridge from Castro-Urdiales to Islares in the rain, straight into a nasty cold headwind, wasn’t the least bit pleasant. The rain has stopped, but the sun is still hiding. The sidewalks are full of consumers carrying their purchases in brand-name bags, and the cafe is busy with those seeking a respite from window shopping.
I’m happy to put this day of poor weather and endless walking on asphalt behind me. I’ll meet up with Vytas later for plenty of wine, beer, and some laughs. We’ll both need it.
