Los Caños de Meca, June 12 and Conil de la Frontera, June 13

José was at the door of the Casa at 6:15 to help, no, to carry my suitcase to the taxi parked a short, up-hill away.  At the receiving end, one had to ring the timbre (bell) to summon person at reception to open the gate.  Deposited Rojita and Mochilita, exchanged  "buenos días," y ya.  (And that's it)  It all worked out and I was on my way by 6:40.

I did a variant of the walk of the day before yesterday.  It was great!  It was especially fun to investigate new tributary paths—no danger of getting lost as the ocean is a pretty good indicator of where you want to be going, or not.

Does this tree, of which there are many like it, not look like a topiary specimen?

Done-In-Dog:

He could take the heat no longer.

A word about the wind.  There are two major winds in these parts: The Levante and the Poniente.  The former is the gustier and it has been whipping up a storm—as in sand—the past few days.  It does make you want to keep your mouth closed and your sun glasses on.  Today it was an experience, but it could pose a problem tomorrow—as I will be on the beach for almost the entire stretch of the walk.  Apparently, though, it is supposed to abate tonight.

Room at hotel not ready when I returned, but Elena la recepcionista, after giving me cherries, strawberries, and several other fruits, showed me to the luxuriant patio where the seating is comfortable and in the shade, and the wi-fi works, so with a cold agua con gas, some nuts, the fruit, and my computer, I settled in to tackle the Spelling Bee.

June 13: Weather forecast: HOT so at 6:20 I was on my way. 

Peeked into a bar:

Make that a double:

The sun did rise, as expected:

 And the Levante had calmed significantly. 

Cape Trafalgar lighthouse:

The tide was low; the sand was coarse.  

There were some pretty islands of sand in the sand!

Got to hotel—one of a large chain—in Conil to find tour busses disgorging hoards of people moving with their large, rolling suitcases, as if in a herd, to check in.  A madhouse!  What do you do?  You wait in line for almost an hour is what you do.  

Tree by the pool:

Definitely in wind-down phase as I am tiring of acquiring provisions, packing up or throwing out the leftovers—that half a lemon, the avocado, tomatoes, butter, cheese— depending on space considerations and grocery options at next destination, which are often unclear since the term "supermercado" is used, shall we say, loosely.  (Lemons always make the final cut!)