~ A Watchful Eye, Spain ~

Riding my motorcycle along the Northwest Coast of Spain through the bone chilling Atlantic winds I ultimately found myself in front of a small "Cerveceria" perched high above the dancing water. Now I don't speak much Spanish but I could certainly figure out what they might be serving inside those walls. Unfortunately, there is no such luck to do much of anything in Spain during the "siesta". All was quiet that afternoon at the cantina, and one of the locals, steadfast, kept a watchful eye on all that approached.

~ A Watchful Eye, Spain ~

Riding my motorcycle along the Northwest Coast of Spain through the bone chilling Atlantic winds I ultimately found myself in front of a small "Cerveceria" perched high above the dancing water. Now I don't speak much Spanish but I could certainly figure out what they might be serving inside those walls. Unfortunately, there is no such luck to do much of anything in Spain during the "siesta". All was quiet that afternoon at the cantina, and one of the locals, steadfast, kept a watchful eye on all that approached.