Twenty-two years married and still very much together; in the tiny space within Eileen, it’s hard to be apart! At 11am Marmelete looked like it was still asleep. Rodney didn’t want to wake anyone, so we drove on, ever upwards to Monchique. The road twisted left and right as we climbed higher and higher past acres […]
After sorting out some necessary paperwork for back home, with the help of the campsite office, we started our slow trek north. It did feel a little strange after having spent the last 37 days heading in a general southerly direction. We spent most of the day following roads across to various beaches along
After our day out around Lagos, we checked into Camping Turiscampo at Espiche, not very far from where we were the previous two nights. Yes Ann, it does have an exceptionally smart bathroom, it’s nearly up there with the one we found in Venice, and it’s definitely the best one we have found so
On Saturday, Rodney climbed aboard his bicycle and did a reconnaissance of Luz, giving me time to get our website up to date. Or not. He was back in less than an hour; it turned out that we were a lot closer to the town than we thought. He didn’t fancy cycling back in
After the best shower so far, we left the campsite at Olhão and drove along to Faro. The big car-park near the old quarter was almost completely full, and yet there seemed to be no-one around…? We meandered along to the Marina, back to the old sector and then paid a visit to the
Tuesday was a lot cooler with grey clouds building over us and, just like when we landed in Spain, it rained on us as we left Spain. Not a lot of rain, but it was a bit of a shock after so many weeks of blue skies. We managed to register Eileen to drive
It was time to move to the far south-western corner of Spain and then we needed to just stop for a while and reflect. We packed up, paid up, stocked up and filled up, then drove up to Seville and out on the A49 to Isla Cristina on the Costa de la Luz, the
When we left Cordoba, there were no olive trees, just pleasantly rolling fields ploughed golden brown on one side and filled with bright green crops on the other. Back on the A4, the oleander centre line started again and we did find more olive trees, but they seemed to be more laid out in
To get to our next campsite we didn’t have to travel too far, so we enjoyed our olive grove view over a very slow breakfast. We also enjoyed the free internet; it seems Austria won the Eurovision Song Contest with a bearded man dressed as a woman……hmmm…..I hope the song was good, because it
We said farewell to our Toledo campsite at 9:30am and headed south past fields of dry grass and poppies, with only occasional small hills, or should I say mounds. At Consuegra we pulled off the freeway looking for windmills. No not those windmills. We were looking for the ones made famous by
Leaving Aranjuez started off as a slow process; we actually went in the right direction but got stuck behind a pony and trap trotting through the roadworks and over the cobbled streets. On the outskirts of town, we stocked up on supplies and set off west to Toledo. I got the giggles when Gertie,
Aranjuez, the town immortalised in one of my favourite pieces of music, The Concerto de Aranjuez by Joaquin Rodrigo. I was hoping it would be a beautiful town full of beautiful buildings and colourful flowers. I wanted it to be a very special place that I could associate with the music whenever I listen
Our day in the capital city of Spain didn’t start so well, then again it didn’t finish too well either. Another different campsite, another different set of showers. We’ve found showers with taps (always good), showers with push buttons (not so good) and this morning a shower with a sensor!!! It’s the first time
We had really enjoyed our stay in Burgos, but life in a campervan is meant to be on the move; so we moved. Heading further south down the A1, across the flat plains of Castilla Y Leon, past Lerma and Aranda, we finally turned off the freeway to the pretty little town of