After our brush with a mega-campsite, we have moved back to our more normal habitat. We are at Alcalalí, a village just 2 kms from Jalón beneath our former house, Casa Libélule, which we can see up the hillside behind…

For a variety of reasons we have spent our first night at the humongous Alannia Costa Blanca resort. There were no appealing options between our previous stop at Granada and here. Whilst there are a couple of small campsites in…

I declared myself fit enough to drive. I just needed a supply of pañuelos [tissues] in the cab with me. Francine had searched and searched and searched but could find nowhere appealing to stop in between Granada and our old…

Two nights ago I had felt as though I had a bit of a sore throat. Today a cough has developed. No wonder I had found yesterday’s walk uphill to and from Güéjar Sierra a tad arduous. Francine, bless her,…

We have wound up at Camping Las Lomas about 8kms east of Granada and 360m higher than Granada.The approach was a twisting mountain road which, on Sunday, was littered with cyclists, maniacs that they are, crawling up the 360m round…

Today we left our Villafranca de Córdoba campsite to head for a Sierra Nevada site near Granada. Unusually, the little town had a supermarket that was open seven days a week so, having paid for the campsite, we called in…

Scary spiders! We are really here to see one of Spain’s most famous monuments, the Mezquita de Córdoba, the Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba. If the concept of a Mosque-Cathedral confuses you, it does me, too, but then I am a self-confessed…

Today was a (happily) uneventful drive of 240kms. We had booked a campsite in Villafranca de Córdoba, Camping Albolafia. Our route was largely cross-country and rather unscintillating, though it was better than trudging down a tedious motorway. Most memorable to…

We had overnight rain. The rain was quite light, in that we couldn’t even hear it on the roof of the van. It was, however long-lived, going on from about 02:00 until the so-called morning when a vestige of light…

After five nights (probably one too many) and nearly taking root, we’re leaving Madrigal de la Vera and travelling a modest 175kms or so into Extremadura to Alcuéscar. Francine had had enough of cramped campsites in/near towns and was lusting…