There's a parrot in that tree

Good morning Spain!
After a noisy night on Lidl car park ..... free camping car stop over for Moroccan travellers .... we were through the doors like a dose of salts when the shop opened at nine. So much needed to be restocked, not least,  alcohol and pork! We tried to please Allah!
Suitably replenished, but still unsure of our route, we set off along the A7.

 This road, which hugs the coast and sometimes appears to hang on to the cliff sides, has presented us with spectacular views of the azure sea and the snow capped Sierra Nevada mountains.
Of course,  being the Costa del Sol, there have also been huge swathes of urbanisation which sprawl and ooze along the coastal lowlands, filter into narrow valleys and crown hill tops. Not for us.
We had wondered about batting through to France but have decided to see how we get on, following our noses along the Mediterranean.We have stopped early this afternoon, a touch of the Moroccan blues, but we are at a delightful campsite, in a village with barely a hint of tourism to be seen, called Castillios de Banos.
As usual, we are as close to the edge of the water as possible, the table and chairs are out under the awning and beers have been supped. The general opinion is, that if we can find little places like this en route, then we are happy to get to know Spain a little better.
There are pelargoniums and geraniums, hibiscus and bougainville, palms, rubber plants and pines planted throughout the long, narrow site. Then to cap the day, a parrot with green feathers and a scarlet beak is chattering away in the branches of our tall shade tree!!
Life is good.

He has just flown off the highest branch that looks like a cockerel.... truly!