Day No. 127 - It goes ahead - Conil de la Frontera - GLÜCKsMUSKEL.DE - Reiseblog 315Grad

The night was over this morning when Torgit began to get restless. Cautiously, I squinted outside to find that it was still pitch black. - Thereupon I tried to suppress the situation for a moment. But at the latest with the words, I'm going to take a shower, it was clear, the night is over.

Shortly after, there is a clatter in the kitchen. Coffee is ground, water is put on...

If the kitchen was not 10 cm next to the bed, it could still have been so relaxed. So I have decided (or is that, was decided to me?) To submit to my fate. Means sit up, hold out coffee mug and wait. - The then also came promptly.

As the caffeine takes effect, I open my eyes and decide to take a shower as well. When I enter the shower house, first all toilets, then all showers are occupied. So a queue slowly forms. What is this? - Senile bed escape? Somehow I could have gone later today in any case. But Torgit smugly claims that it must have been half past nine when I entered the showers. - That's what I said: senile bed-wetting.

The inscription on the camper diagonally opposite, brings it to the point:

Adventure before dementa, but maybe content nuts.

We set off to explore the neighboring town of Conil de la Frontera. One of our first destinations, the German baker. What can I say, no brown bread, at least six days a week. Supposedly, however, there should be brown bread here on Saturdays. - We let ourselves be surprised. But the rolls according to Swiss recipe, are very tasty. - Our German baker seems to maintain neutrality. (Note from Torgit: Marc often grumbles that we 'never' use our bikes. When we do use them, he doesn't even mention it. I thought our bike ride was very nice 🙂 .

We stroll a little through the streets, nice here, but just nice. So it verschlägt us shortly thereafter to the long sandy beach. This is as he was described to me on the part of my sister, wide and kilometers long. I do what a leper would do on the beach, I lie down on the lazy skin.

On the way back, we come across the advertising sign of a podiatrist. We immediately make an appointment for the same day. I am very curious about the result. Is it comparable to our Cologne podiatrist. No, it is not, it is better! The studio of the young lady is equipped with the most modern equipment. After four years of training, she opened the studio just under a year ago and is fully motivated. After months with flip flops and bare feet, my running tools enjoy the unusual attention.

Actually, we could have gone out to eat directly afterwards. Well-rated restaurants are within walking distance. But the Spaniards eat much later. Too late for our hunger, because the restaurants are still closed. Therefore, we drive back to the square and cook us something.

Afterwards, I take care of the dishes. - Here, washing up is more than just cleaning pots and plates. On a campsite, this is the place for communication exchange, social media offline, so to speak. A regulars' table is nothing compared to this. Politics, sports, news of the day. - I have no idea why, but I'm being texted from all sides.

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