Calling at reception for advice about walks we found the nice man on Sunday reception unable to speak English but happy to participate in the illusion that our Spanish is reasonably workable. We got our advice, though later didn't follow it. Then a young woman in her pyjamas came in announcing in English that she had left her iPhone in the taxi last night and had got the taxi driver hanging on at the other end of her friend's iPhone, but they couldn't understand each other. Would the receptionist speak to the taxi driver please? With some waving and pointing and a couple of key Spanish vocabulary items like 'left' 'phone' and 'in taxi' and 'speak to taxi man' (luckily the Spanish for 'taxi' is 'taxi') it was all sorted out to everyone's satisfaction. Team work.
We set out for a nice quiet Sunday stroll which turned into a longer walk than we intended. The sun shone and we just kept going, following a nice well kept path with great flowers, views and birds.
At one point this path goes past a house on its way to the sea shore that has at least four tethered dogs, all ready and waiting to warn off any passers-by. On noticing a walker, they all fling themselves to the end of their chains barking and baying like Hounds of the Baskervilles. One in particular has refined his way of operating: after each set of walkers he retreats to his kennel to hide himself, so that he can burst out and frighten and horrify the passers-by even more. The path divides at that house and there is no way mark; walkers go to the left, discover after a few yards that this is the back garden, and retrace their steps in order to go down to the right. This gives the cunning hiding dog two chances to scare the bejasus out of us all.
We ended up at the same spectacular piece of coast as yesterday but by a completely different route. When we got back there was still time to sit in the sun etc. and relax.
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