I chose not to visit this medium-size Spanish town, whose primary tourist attraction is its naval base, huge shipyard and proximity to the Camino de Santiago walk. Instead, I enjoyed total solitude on our sunlit deck, listening to gulls and watching small single-person rowboats quietly fishing for squid. Bob checked out the shipyard, and was suitably impressed with the 600-foot drydock and the sad story that joining the EU resulted in the closure of that shipbuilding business and the subsequent layoff of 40,000 workers. The town is struggling to become a tourist destination, but it’s not there yet.
We are indeed in the final week of our cruise, more or less. I am starting to think about whether we need to do laundry again, and about ground transportation in NYC from the pier to the train station. I worry a bit about the insurance forms and the medical follow-ups but mostly I am still here and enjoying. I do check email, so we do know that the willow oak for the area behind our cottage has been purchased (thanks Janet, Beth and Kathleen!), that COVID is back in the Health Center, that the laundry fire caused consternation and inconvenience but no major problems. None of that seems urgent or even nearby. We might tire of this floating full-service window to the world after a while, but we aren’t homesick yet.