Costa Daurada

Costa Daurada, literally, the Golden Coast, takes its name from the colour of its sand when the sun is shining. At such times, its beaches are reminiscent of gold.

There are clusters of palm trees,and alongside the river, nearby, Tamarisks and Holm Oak trees. The campsite is 2/3 full and the Dutch are in the ascendancy – find a good campsite and you will find the Cloggies! There  are far more Dutch motorhomers now, until recently, they were caravanners and campers. This is a very pleasant site; excellent for families, too, with a well designed pool area, supermarket and choice of two restaurants, one of which specialises in sea food – dining there tonight.

The area around the site, apart from the beach, is made up of quite classy villas and apartments, mainly Spanish owned; as in everywhere else on the Spanish Med, a good number of “en vende” signs. Cambrils is worth a day, harbour with a small fishing fleet and good, pedestrianised streets. It is well known for its cuisine, too.

This short break has been mainly for relaxing and in the evening, we have found a couple of super watering holes, for an evening aperitif.

One more, full day tomorrow, Saturday.Will walk into Cambrils, for the morning. A route back is planned to bypass Barcelona, by travelling across, via Zaragoza and Pamplona, to somewhere past Bayonne, hopefully. That will be on Sunday. It’s always more enjoyable to take a different route and given the flooding in the Paris region, we should have had to make a diversion, anyway. Having overcome the fuel problems, the uncertain weather, let us hope we can avoid floodwater and the possibility of Strikes!

“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.” – John Steinbeck

Been flying the flag, whilst away ; not on a flagpole, but on the dashboard of the bus, whilst driving and on the table, when on site. Have been keeping up with the  Brexit misinformation machinations ; una cargo de mierda !