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 ‘Coast of Light’. It was the busiest road so far, but still an enjoyable drive with the colourful oleanders still dividing the road. We glimpsed our first field of sunflowers, all in bloom; unfortunately I was too slow getting the camera out and we couldn’t stop on the freeway. Rodney was the first to glimpse the sea, so he wins the honour of cooking dinner tonight.
We settled Eileen under some stone pines for some shade, only to discover later that it is about 15°C cooler here and we needed some sunshine! Ah well, I think Eileen could do with a break from the heat and the fridge definitely does. At 5pm, we strolled across the road and over the sand dunes to the beach which was still packed with happy holidaymakers. Mr Camping Giraldo had said that the sea was cold, but when we dipped our toes, we thought it felt quite nice, so I think we might be going for a swim tomorrow.
The onion and the cuttlefish? They were both sitting on the water’s edge amongst the shells and flotsam.
On Sunday we enjoyed perfect weather and a thoroughly relaxing day, swam in the sea, took no photos and finished the day with a tasty meal. Lovely.
Monday involved a little more effort; we cycled in to Isla Cristina. There wasn’t much to see, but we had a few chores and then we cycled back. It was a very blustery day with clouds being blown all over the place, so we didn’t fancy being sandblasted on the beach and stayed tucked next to Eileen playing catch-up. A late walk along the beach at the end of the day would have wrapped up a simple day, but somehow we never found the energy and the wind never did drop away. Tomorrow there’s rain in the forecast, so we’ll get back on the road and drive over to Portugal.
