One thing I do like about many of the supermarkets down here is the fact that you can squeeze your own fresh orange juice – by machine of course. As in Morocco, oranges are in abundance. However, although our time is now not in abundance, we are determined to squeeze every last drop of it out and make the most of what little’s left.
Another early start to the day – in our terms that means we leave camp by 10am! By mid afternoon we’re pitched a short Scoot ride from Comillas. Apart from it’s old town quarter, we’ve heard it’s also home to another of Gaudi’s (of Barcelona Sagrada Família fame) weird and whimsical constructions – El Capricho. We make it just in time for the 4.30pm English guided tour. Although it’s exterior is somewhat fanciful, built as a summer home, its interior has real purpose. From sunrise to sunset, each room takes it’s turn to welcome the daylight hours. Breakfast facing east; supper west. Aldo, our guide, delivers an astounding amount of information. Words shoot out faster than bullets from an AK047 assault rifle. We really have to concentrate – his spoken English on a tempo with his Spanish.
Our street saunter comes to an end as a drizzle sets in and we head back to Scoot. We have no wet gear with us. It remains no more than that. It remains drizzling for the next twelve hours.