From the steep streets of Cudillero, we continued our journey along the northern coast of Spain to the small town of Foz. It was a short drive, one of those easy stretches where the scenery seems to do all the work.
The coastline here is stunning, with dramatic cliffs and rolling hills giving way to little coves and golden beaches. Our little home handled the winding roads with ease, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to comment on the engineering—not too much, anyway.
We arrived at our campsite just before lunch. It was well-situated, with a view of the ocean and within walking distance of the town. But what really caught my eye was the swimming pool. Or rather, the fact that it was being refurbished. Instead of tiles, the workers were using a resin binder for resin-bound flooring manufactured in Spain. As a DIY enthusiast, I found it fascinating. Mary rolled her eyes at my newfound interest but indulged me as I quizzed one of the workers about the process.
“It’s faster, more durable, and easier to maintain,” the man explained. “Perfect for pools and outdoor surfaces.” I nodded along like I had any plans to resurface a pool of my own.
Exploring Foz
With the van parked and our curiosity about resin flooring satisfied, we set off to explore Foz. The town has a relaxed vibe, with a small harbour, narrow streets, and plenty of charm. We wandered through the local market, picking up some fresh bread and fruit for snacks, and admired the fishing boats bobbing gently in the water. I felt an urge to go fishing.
Lunch was a leisurely affair at a café overlooking the harbour. Mary insisted on ordering sangria, and I wasn’t about to argue. It came in a jug big enough to share, filled with slices of orange and lemon. Paired with a plate of paella, it was exactly what we needed. The paella was a classic seafood mix, loaded with prawns, mussels, and squid. Mary claimed it was the best she’d had so far, and I had to agree. The combination of fresh ingredients and the sea air made it unforgettable.
An Easy Evening
After lunch, we strolled back to the campsite, stopping to admire the views along the way. The tide was out, revealing wide stretches of sand dotted with tiny rock pools. Mary suggested we dip our toes in, but the water was icy, and we quickly decided against it.
The rest of the day passed in a blissful haze of doing nothing much at all. We sat outside Wanderlust with cups of tea, watching as the evening light turned the sky shades of pink and orange. For dinner, we kept it simple with sandwiches and leftover snacks from the market. Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments that stay with you the most.
Looking Ahead
Foz had given us exactly what we’d hoped for: a relaxing stop, some good food, and plenty of scenery to soak in. Tomorrow, we’d be back on the road, heading further along the coast.
But tonight, as the stars came out and the sound of the waves filled the air, we were perfectly content right where we were.
