We had a lazy day.
With the sun warming our little corner, we spent the morning lounging around, not doing much. The Pup made friends with most of the Germans in our little cul-de-sac, which in turn, we ended up chatting with. It’s amazing what you end up talking about – today it was travelling on Le Shuttle.
About 1:30 we waddled down to the beachside restaurant for lunch, near the reception and enjoyed a “plato del dia” overlooking the beach and the sparkling sea. The waiter was great – part of the meal was sharing four little starters and he served and described each one. It was the best service so far.
After lunch, we went back to the Van briefly to change shoes etc for a visit to the beach. The poor Pup had accompanied us on a variety of errands and jobs all morning and each time, she was happily making a bee-line for the beach before we pulled her in a different direction – at each little junction, she would hopefully peel off left, hoping we would follow, but alas, it was not to be. So we took one of her balls and made her day – we went up the quieter end of the beach so we could let her off lead and she could go swimming unhindered. She had a whale of a time and to cap her day, two little Cockapoos appeared and the three dogs chased each other while we and their German owners just laughed. The Pup hasn’t had this much fun for quite a while and it was lovely to see her enjoying the freedom.
The Pup staggered back to the Van and crashed on her mat. We relaxed for awhile and then I headed to reception with my postcards, hoping there was a postbox. There were a few empty pitches now and it seemed a lot quieter though the remaining kids still didn’t have any road sense and seemed determined to mow you down on their scooters. This was such a vast site as it took many minutes to get to reception (yes, they did have a postbox) and then a couple more to get to the supermarket for a baggie. I was sure that you could easily get your 10,000 daily steps in this place, it was that big. But saying that, it was a very pleasant site, with lots of trees and nicely laid out. It was quite fun to wander up and down all the lanes and check out all the different campervans, caravans and motorhomes. Some looked like that their owners had brought everything with them including the kitchen sink – all sprawled under awnings, that made you wonder where they stuffed it all when they were on the move. With it being Halloween, quite a few had decorated their holiday units with cobwebs, skeletons and other ghoulish paraphernalia (it’s so weird walking around in 23 degree heat in your shorts and t-shirts and seeing people celebrate Halloween – so surreal) with one very imaginative and macabre holidaymaker with skeletons dressed in aprons, “cooking” limbs on a barbecue surrounded by giggling ghosts!
And the size of some of these motorhomes/campervans are a bit jaw dropping (and that’s not adding bike racks, trailers for motorbikes and small cars to tow behind them). I spotted one that resembled a 54 seater coach and I was so astounded that I nearly walked into a lamp post. How on earth did he get that in here? It’s quite amazing how people go on holiday.
I went for a shower which was lovely (sorry France, but the Spanish beat you in the shower department). Hot with a tap and a rain shower head so I didn’t flood the rest of the block as well as my cubicle which is the trouble with these fixed and angled shower heads a lot of sites favour. It was a warm evening as we retreated inside and pulled our fly net across – would be nice to sit outside, but fear we would be a banquet for any passing gnat. We didn’t see the Pup for the rest of the evening as she was worn out by her beach excursion and we had a light snack for tea, just to keep us going.
Tomorrow we will be leaving Tamarit and heading back into the mountains around Barcelona. On Friday, our youngest daughter is flying out to spend a few days with us so we’re wheedling our way up the coast to meet her. Fun days!
