A Russian "ship" with all her canvas up coming up behind us as we leave Santander.	We decide to fly our new chute to see if we can match her speed. We can't.
Pouring cider. Most of it went on the ground. After tasting what was left, we wished more of it would have hit the pavement.	Many shops had hams hanging from hooks.
Working on a dumpster, poaching a free WIFI.	A harbor along N. Spain.