We woke up slowly. So nice. Lounged around the living room. Hung clothes to dry. Nice start. I had cold pizza for breakfast. Nam nam.
Clothes a-dryin'
We set out for a winery.
Beautiful scenery.
Chateau Carmasac...awesome winery.
We didn't have a reservation, but they saw to us anyway. The woman was lovely, the tasting free, and the wine can be shipped. Brad was happy.
The woman then suggested we go to Saint Emillion, which we did. Loved it!!! It's this quaint little town with cobbled walk ways. So pretty!
The first thing we found was a beautiful church.
The courtyard.
Steep cobbled walkway.
We pulled off into this cute little cafe and had a couple drinks and people watched.
I'm sorry, people, but we're moving to France. It's been decided.
The sweetest little thing. I want.
I miss our dogs. I swear we stalk them on the cameras we have at home and now when we see Sherlock chewing on something we say "awe!" and not "damnit!"
Vineyards and rubble.
After Saint Emillion, we went to lunch at another little cafe. The French take their time eating; it's like a two hour event. We almost missed our train. Again.
The entrance to the cafe.
I'm getting sick of trains. So many trains. We got into Spain around seven and walked to our airbnb. The hosts are two lovely young women, Francesca and Ane.
We dropped our bags and headed to the beach.
It was a beautiful beach.
We ate some churros. They took some getting used to; they're not at all like the churros in the states.
We met an awesome couple, Jake and Amy, on the train and decided to meet up with them later for pintxos (tapas).
The basilica where we met up with them.
By 11:30, we had gone to three places. We called it a night and headed back. Unfortunately, a lot of the people here don't go to bed until after 2am so the streets were very loud until then.