The photo photo shows the village of Navarrete built on a hill, in the foreground is our campsite. I’d be lying if I said this is the best campsite we have stayed on: it’s pretty poor, made up of mainly static caravans. The swimming pool is closed, and the boys don’t like the playground. Exercrising Meg is easy, with plenty of places for her to run free just behind the campsite among the tempranillo vines and almond groves. The toilets are clean, the pans have seats, paper is provided, the single soap dispenser is empty.
We are meeting Blanca here tomorrow, and she will stay with us overnight. We will take her home after we’ve packed up and are moving on with Amarillo’s pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela – and then to Rome!