Llannes

 The next stop was a lovely little town called Llannes (pronounced Yan-ness) . Unfortunately we had a misunderstanding with a local fishing boat. We did not realize until we were too close that the tiny red  disks in the water were marking his fishing net. There were no other indications of what this could be. By the time he had finished yelling at us in Spanish, we were totally confused as to which direction he wanted us to go. He had to cut the net to allow us to move so Alan threw him a small container with Euros in it to compensate although he seemed more enthralled with the ziploc container. By the end every was smiling and he threw us three fresh mackerel neatly landing on the deck.

 . There is one visitor’s space in Llannes where we rafted up in the harbour. It was time to experience some of the Spanish culture. We had friends meet up with us here, that were travelling through the area by can. 

Much to the delight of Alan and I, cider is the drink of choice and there are many Sideries in every town. The cider here is more organic and not as sweet as what we buy in North America and it is not carbonated. In Spanish tradition, you pour the cider from a high height to create bubbles and only pour enough that you can drink at once. An inch or two in the glass.  The cider goes well with the Tapas (small plates) that are ordered and shared. It is a wonderful way to try many new dishes without having to commit to a dinner plate full. For obvious reasons, seafood is abundant on every menu. Pastry shops were abundant, so even when we ate on board, dessert was delicious.

We happened to be in town for market day, which is always fun although this one did not seem to offer any food items. 

A few chores like finding more Euros and we were off again.