Hello we are on the air again!
The last several hundred miles has taken us past acres of greenhouses, bursting with tomatoes and salad crops; there have been vineyards, orange groves and peaches too., but the lasting memories will be the long , clean beaches. Wherever we have parked Delfin, the sound of the sea has been there in the background.
Here at Las Palmeras, we have walked the length of the beach to the headland and once there, we wandered through the pine trees, where the winter rains have carved deep gullies and exposed the ancient root systems, which curl and coil around the pathways like an octopus on "speed"!
Once again we are about 20 metres from the beach where the sand is pale cream and the sea, a deep turquoise. It is clean and free of seaweed and each morning a man in a tractor comes to iron the sand. Like naughty kids we leap on to the smooth surface, leaving footprints galore.
There was laughter this afternoon when the sea emptied itself of bathers as a shoal of jellyfish hurled themselves on to the beach!
Not a lot gets done in our days when we are not on the move. We wash, clean, cook, read and wander. But we have discovered a use for those white plastic patio chairs.
You take them to the edge of a busy main road, complete with sun umbrella, wearing your best sparkly sun top, short dress and make-up. You wait for a customer and if lucky, a passing trucker or biker will avail himself of your services!!
Barcelona was to be our next stop-over but the receptionist here has advised us not to go. She said that it has never been a safe city to visit but now, with all Spain;s troubles, it is not a good or safe place to visit. So coming from a native Spaniard, we intend to follow her advice.
From here we 'll take the toll motorway over the border to Perpignon and if we can access Wifi then we'll bring you up to date.
These days are flying by, as the return dash through France looms closer and suddenly we no longer feel like adventurers but just plain holiday makers.
The last several hundred miles has taken us past acres of greenhouses, bursting with tomatoes and salad crops; there have been vineyards, orange groves and peaches too., but the lasting memories will be the long , clean beaches. Wherever we have parked Delfin, the sound of the sea has been there in the background.
Once again we are about 20 metres from the beach where the sand is pale cream and the sea, a deep turquoise. It is clean and free of seaweed and each morning a man in a tractor comes to iron the sand. Like naughty kids we leap on to the smooth surface, leaving footprints galore.
Not a lot gets done in our days when we are not on the move. We wash, clean, cook, read and wander. But we have discovered a use for those white plastic patio chairs.
You take them to the edge of a busy main road, complete with sun umbrella, wearing your best sparkly sun top, short dress and make-up. You wait for a customer and if lucky, a passing trucker or biker will avail himself of your services!!
From here we 'll take the toll motorway over the border to Perpignon and if we can access Wifi then we'll bring you up to date.
These days are flying by, as the return dash through France looms closer and suddenly we no longer feel like adventurers but just plain holiday makers.
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