My first church stop was in Sanda.
You realize that these people live and die by the sea. I felt a bit like a mariner today. The weather forecast called for a sunny morning, but then a big weather change was going to occur. Rain and high winds. I definitely did not want to be caught in a storm, so I hurried on to Visby.
On the way I was once again reminded that this is an island. After days of riding in the interior, the landscape opened up to the water.
And, oddly enough=bunkers.
Before I got to Visby I took a side road. The weather didn't look too alarming. I passed some weird stones in a field. Seriously I thought it was an outdoor camp. But the next one explained what it was--an ancient burial ground. Rocks placed to resemble a ship.
Next--on to ViSBY,,a medieval walled city.