The fishing village of Cudillero.

Stayed two nights in a lovely little campsite near Cudillero along the north coast.  We were now in the Asturias. The village, a small fishing port a 6 kilometre walk away , seemed very lively.  The streets were full of people singing and dancing in national costume in celebration of the feast of San Pedro (St Peter), the saint of ‘el pueblo’ i.e. the local saint.   We agreed we couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate a saint’s day…..so naturally, we joined in.

The village itself seemed to have fallen on hard times, like most of Spain we’ve visited, with many buildings up for sale and businesses closed.  Despite this everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was here we ate our first paella – correction, it was here Flavio ate his first paella, Judith seemed a bit nonplussed by the claws sticking out of her rice and somehow lost her appetite.  A waiter in the restaurant named Jesus spoke at length about the decline in the village and in Spain as a whole.  He said the fishing industry was being destroyed by EU regulations (interesting concept which I’m sure the Cornish fishermen would like to comment on!), that the division between rich and poor had increased and that Spain was poorer for being in the EU.