The drive to Santander was only going to be 2 hours and that would put us there long before we could check in. Leslie spied this little town, Ribadesella, and we decided to give it a look. At first we had a hard time finding parking but just when there was no more road to drive on we found a spot. I was our lunch time so we found a great looking seafood place. They had four or five bid tanks filled with three kinds of crabs, two kinds of lobsters and several types of shellfish. We knew that it had to be a good place or else why would they have so many live tanks? There was one other table with people sitting and they were just drinking. It might have been 1:00 or so, very early for a Spanish lunch, but before we knew it there were several tables getting food and a whole crew of older gents at the bar drinking. There was a bit of a language barrier and when I translated we want to split a lobster, it came out as "give us the biggest most expensive beast in the tank." The waiter pulled out a 160 Euro spiny lobster and we waved it off. He brought over a different waiter who spoke English after we explained, he pulled out a nice two pound Norwegian lobster for only 90 euro. We also ordered a creamy seafood bisque and out lunch was set. It was a leisurely 1 1/2 hour lunch and we enjoyed every minute of it. We walked along the river side watching the tide poll in and once we reached the Atlantic we turned around and rode the tailwind back to the car
A huge fish net sculpture leaving Gijon
A very mountainous area
The churches all have tow bells on top
An administrative building
A rocky farmstead
The town in down in the river valley
Down we go
Ribba dibba della do!
Nice iron sigh sighted while we wait our turn to cross the bridge that was under constructiuon
Foot traffic
A sizeable river
The crab tank
The lobster tank
Wild boar on the walls
A rare blue lobster, not available for consumption
Big spiny lobster, put him back in the tank
This is our lobster
The restaurant
Very flavorful
The crabs are trying to escape
This monster crab was heading to the kitchen to get cooked up
Big claw for Fritz
Little for Leslie
A colorful membrane
My carnage
A clean plate for Leslie
This mountain in the distance had a bare rock face
Always a bit of a haze
Telling the town's history from the neolithic
Specialization for seafood
The middle ages
The re-conmquet
Independence
Emigration to the USA
Modern days
A big beach
Foks above the high tide line
Such nice buildings
Local monsters guarding treasures
He rules storms, rain, hail and fog
Across the river
We have reached the Atlantic
A tiny house at the end of the river
A zig zagging set of stairs
A church is at the top in case you can't make it all the way up
The inlet to the Atlantic
Great mix of buildings
Mountains in the back
The big circle
Where is this giant bus going to go?
It has been 4 years and 112 days since we began our Migration
