Village wall art.
The final two horrios we hiked past.
From pretty far up the hill, back down to the beach.
A robin.
I was about to write "Aner cuts the cheese"
but that is something an 11 year old boy
would do, so I won't.
Boats in the Finisterre harbor.
Carol and Bea
Views to the South. I always had to remind
myself that the Atlantic Ocean is to the West!
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