It is the morning of Friday, July 31.  We are leaving Camarinas today, headed south with fresh produce from the supermercado.  The boat smells of the leek soup Francois prepared last night.  

The harbour here is teeming with mullet who kept banging on the hull all night long in some kind of reproductive ritual -- there were even more of them when morning came. 

I am seated by the sea wall using the free wi-fi provided courtesy of "Turismo" , presumably a service by the local government.  The food and wine is good and exceptional value.  Coffee for 90 Euro cents, dinner for four and bottle of wine at the grilled sardine place for 11 Euro!  Richard ruined the plain looking waitress for good by leaving a 1 Euro tip. Must go now, the sea beckons.