After ten solid hours of sleep, I finally felt human again.
I packed a bit in the morning, then wandered down for some yoga on the beach. Warm sun, gentle waves, and just enough breeze to keep things pleasant.
A quick rinse back at the hotel, then off into town for a stroll and a visit to the local Christmas market.
Lunch was tapas at Bubba on the little square – pork tenderloin with apple sauce. A ordered deep-fried filo stuffed with apple and brie, topped with a berry sauce. Yes, I stole a bite. Yes, it was absolutely worth it.
Afterwards, we drifted back to the beach – coffee, rosada, sangria… a respectable lineup between us.
Somewhere along the way, I picked up four scarves and a mildly sprained ankle. Balance, I suppose.
A bit of rest back at the hotel, then a glass of rosada before dinner.
We started with Iberian ham, bread, and olive oil, followed by a shared rack of lamb with my dad and a bottle of red for us all. Tiramisu for dessert.
Not a bad way to spend a day – my birthday – off the bike.
