We survived the night. When the blinds are drawn, and we are happily ensconced inside Beatrix, completely self-contained, it doesn't matter what surrounds you. (As long as no-one breaks in of course.) This is another aspect of motorhome living that I love - some might think it unadventurous that you're travelling in your own cocoon; but for (slightly unintrepid) me, it's what makes the continuous travelling comfortable enough to mean that I do it. The only real downside to last night's location was the surface - I've managed so far to do yoga on grass, sand and gravel (the latter not to be recommended but possible); but this lumpy rock really wasn't mat-friendly, so it was missed.
It turns out Sitges was the playground of the rich in the 17th and 18th centuries too. We had a lovely walk around the Old Town, which had a different palace on every corner. And Jemima had a lot of fun on a different type of playground, overlooking the bay - possibly the swing with the best view ever. It was the warmest day we've had so far - I even took off my ever-present vest - and the sun sparkling on the sea made it feel like summer. Then sandwiches on the seafront, and off again.
Our stop tonight: a resort campsite, the biggest we've been to, chosen as it's washing day again, and it has a hairdresser (Kevin is getting decidedly shaggy above the ears). The area is horrible - row upon row of grim, empty-looking tower block apartment buildings lined up along the seafront. But the campsite is alright, on the edge of the built-up area, with brilliant facilities (a family bathroom! Jemima might be getting another hairwash). And Jemima and I had lots of fun doing marine-themed playdoh on our pitch before dinner. But we are a fish out of water - our motorhome is marooned in a sea of German pensioner caravanners, here for the long term: outdoor lighting; plants; enormous awnings; and little painted stones announcing this pitch belongs to "Anneke and Werner". This is clearly their winter playground - there is a campsite disco and bingo twice a week. Not forgetting the camp restaurant and its four course menu including beer for €10 - all in German. But they're very friendly to us interlopers - maybe because Beatrix the Carthago is German too.
PS my new tactic for photos, to avoid crashing Blogger, is to load a few at a time. The last one is always the map - until that point, there are more photos to come...
Sitges:
Playdoh in Torre de la Sal:
Sitges to Torre de la Sal:
Our journey down the east coast of Spain so far (not far!):
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