Today’s lesson: sometimes Mike is right without even knowing it.

It was a much cooler morning today and I even had to put my jumper on. We got up and did our little workout routine. I did mine first, loving that I can exercise with such a great view. But when it was Mike’s turn to use the weights, a massive dump truck came and parked right beside him. It was pretty funny. Thankfully it didn’t stay long.

It started warming up around 11:30, so we decided we should move on. But we were soon distracted by a large supermarket, the first we had seen in ages. We probably spent a good hour in there, enjoying the air-conditioning and trying to find the things we wanted. Thankfully I managed to find some cheap tank tops, as I’d been wearing my only one for about a week. I definitely didn’t pack very well.

It was mostly a driving day today, but the scenery was spectacular. I managed to avoid the main roads for most of it. I was congratulating myself for taking us over the hills rather than sticking to the main road, when the road abruptly stopped, with barriers blocking our path. How rude.

So we turned around, but thankfully didn’t have to backtrack too far. We stopped at the top of a hill in a little village next to a church for lunch. The hills were so green, dotted with little Spanish houses, and beyond them were these unusual triangular-shaped mountains that looked like giant Toblerones.

Then the afternoon drive was amazing. We drove over a mountain pass with more switchbacks than I’d ever seen. Up and up, back and forth we went along a steep path overlooking the valleys below. I tried to film it, but my GoPro kept toppling off the dash, so I wedged Pierre in to keep it steady.

At the top, the views back over the valley we had just climbed out of were incredible. We actually climbed a combined total of 8,280 feet today!

Then came the time to hunt for a place to sleep — my favourite part of the day. Not. We had already dismissed one place and were navigating to another.

We got to a roundabout and I specifically told Mike to go right. He went straight on. So we had to awkwardly turn around on a tiny narrow road while I continued explaining how we definitely should have gone right.

We backtracked to the roundabout, this time with a very clear plan to take the right exit. Mike drove straight past it again.

After a few stern words from the passenger seat, we went all the way around the roundabout once more and finally took the “correct” exit.

Except it wasn’t the correct exit at all.

For some reason my navigation had decided to send us to a pub. And the road Mike had tried to take both times was actually the right one all along.

We eventually found a scenic park-up place near a town. The car park was huge and empty, so we picked a spot overlooking a little park and the hills. Another guy arrived soon after us in a small campervan and parked at the far end, then headed out for a bike ride.

Not long later, three giant motorhomes rolled in. Despite there being about twenty empty spaces in the middle of the car park, they somehow decided the best option was to wedge themselves directly beside us and the other van.

When the cyclist got back, he looked pissed off. Within about thirty seconds, he started his van and moved to the opposite end of the car park.

It looks like there is some cool stuff to see tomorrow, so it should be more of a sightseeing day. One place I’m especially keen to see is a town built on a bridge, and another town with a waterfall running right through it.

Now to see if we can find them!