Yogurt, Tomatoes, Bread and Thou

By Claire
We took a walk on the beach this morning. It’s wonderful how each day is like a new painting; the sky is ever changing, the water is a range of colors, the waves are crashing or murmuring and the smooth rocks are new finds with every step.



A river runs through it


Looks like a brown and white zebra hide to me


Our cove


The sun was shining and it seemed like a good time to scrub the road dirt off the bikes. Our German neighbors have a wonderful hose and nozzle that has a soft, rain shower spray or a heavy-duty power-wash spray. He kindly loaned it to us.

Ready to GO!


The people here at Camping Finikes are settled in for the duration. We’re talking plants and decorations all around their sites, satellite dishes for their TVs and strangely, laundry that hangs out for days, whether it rains or not. I guess they figure it will get dry eventually. What’s the hurry?

We did have one departure. The Finnish couple is going home now that the temperature has climbed to a balmy 3°C; they were appalled that it is still 20° below in Germany.



Turns out it was cleaning day for almost everyone. So who says German men don’t clean?



We rode into town, what there is of it, and found a “super” market/bakery, news agent and best of all: an ATM. This makes it an ideal setting for our stay. Loading up with the maximum withdrawal—the Euro is down at the moment—we bought our daily bread, more yogurt and some red, ripe tomatoes. We were hoping for a place to buy stamps to send a postcard but, too bad, we’d have to drive to the next town. Or, if we don’t completely wimp out, we could ride I suppose. I'll think about that tomorrow. Right now, it's Kindle time.




Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
And Wilderness is Paradise enow. ~ Omar Khayyam