Our last morning at camping Barcelona so we made sure we took full use of the facilities before leaving. In the ladies showers a French lady nodded at Angela, so she nodded back, with that the lady promptly ran into a shower cubicle, creeping out a few minutes later. Most peculiar.Today is a national holiday in Spain, as it is in England, and even though we left fairly early this morning, it wasn't earlier enough to avoid the traffic. It seemed as though most of the residents of Barcelona were leaving the city. So our journey of three hours along congested roads and tunnels that cut through the mountains took considerably longer.
Tired, we were disappointed that the spot we'd chosen for tonight's stopover just didn't do it for us, so we moved on, fortunately finding a Lidl store open which really was a stroke of luck as we were running low on fruit. We then headed towards Peniscola, the drive taking us past acres of olive and almond trees, the earth below them dry and arrid. Everywhere is busy, and selfishly we can't wait until the Easter break is over. Just past Peniscola we spotted vans parked amongst a green area above the rocks. Margery, get amongst them. The area was the Sierra Irta National Park. Amongst the bushes in all the available spaces were vans. Yes, we would have liked to been in one of those on the seaward side, but Angela spotted one opposite with a sea view and at last we were settled for the evening. Margery is far too precious to be exposed to salt spray from the incoming tide that we can hear tumbling the pebbles as it washes over the beach beneath the heavily eroded rocks.
The view along the coast towards Peniscola is beautiful, and as the setting sun slowly coloured the sky the castle, (as featured on the film El Cid) now floodlit, looked even more stunning.
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