Steve and I camped at Playa de Xago in the night. In the morning three police officers arrive and ask for our passports. It seems OK to camp here, they are just checking on people. They take a front-on photo of our vans and leave.
I take a surf at the northern end of the beach, and Steve at the other end. I drive into Luanco to book my ferry. I wanted to do it soon as I though all of reclining seats would be taken. When I check they have all been taken, for Thursdays sailing and the following Monday. This would mean having to wait until the following Thursday before catching the ferry home. This is too long for me, especially considering there will be no surf and no sunshine. I decide I should book a cabin, and therefore take the ferry tomorrow. I book it.
I drive to Playa de Verdicio and catch-up with Steve. We chat for a while, say our goodbyes, and then I head off. I wanted to cover some ground before tomorrow. I drive to San Vicente de la Barquera. There are a few people there, including the Belgians. I have a final surf, and catch quite a few waves. I chat with the Belgians in the evening. Whilst sitting in my van looking out into the sunshine covered bay I have a strange feeling. It is a weird feeling that I could stay and enjoy the summer in my van. But I know it is time to return home, I am ready. Perhaps I should spend a summer in the van in Spain another time?
