Shoeless In Sanlucar

I‘ve done it a few times now.

On the boat I’m always barefooted. That means that anytime I go ashore I have to remember to throw the flip flops into the dinghy.

I keep forgetting.

I forgot the other day, when I rowed to Spain.

I wanted to explore Sanlucar a bit more and climb up to Los Molinos (The windmills).

I could have gone back for them but, as Gail keeps telling me, I have Hobbit feet, so I didn’t bother.

I set off, the cobbles were cool in the shade, gravel on the dirt track stuck to my heels, the spiky brown grass felt prickly under my feet, concrete was too hot to walk on.

I felt more connected with the place.

The few folks I saw didn’t seem to notice my lack of foot apparel. My self-consciousness soon evaporated.

Shoeless in Sanlucar………. felt good.

Some of you might be wondering why we’ve chosen to stay here for a while.

I shot this video the other day……… Might help you.