Monday, December 4th
It had been a cold night and the weather wasn´t much better in the morning. It was windy and rainy and cold. The kind of wet bone-chilling cold that creeps deep into your body. I went to the utterly essential one and only bar at the peninsula – for the umpteen time – to have breakfast and get a bit warm. Outside the mix of rain and wind and the rising sun finding the odd hole in the clouds provided a fascinating light show.
A cappuccino and two brioches later I felt better prepared to face the harsh weather and went for a surf check. The contrast to Sunday was stark, not only concerning the weather but the amount of people around. Had it been very populated yesterday, was it almost deserted today. In the bar I had been the only guest. The spots at Mini Capo were empty and at the cape there were still some solid remnants of yesterday´s swell breaking but nobody was out.