We woke up tired and decided to stay put. The car park we’re in is actually really good, with free power, water and a dump station. It’s also much cooler here, so we can sit outside without sweltering in the full sun.

We really are off the tourist trail. Every other campervan here is Spanish, although last night there were a couple of French ones too.

We took a short walk along the river, then came back to the van to do our exercises. By then, the sun had come out and it was hot. Typical. The van step, however, is the perfect height for step-ups. I’ll be sore tomorrow!

A couple of things I’ve noticed in Spain (and France) are that you can’t buy simple things like paracetamol in the supermarket; you have to go to a pharmacy. So that’s what we did today. The pharmacist brought out the 1000mg stuff (the strong stuff), and I tried to ask for 500mg instead.

That’s another thing about Spain: nobody seems to speak English. I tried saying “demi”, squeezed my fingers together to show I wanted a smaller dose, while Mike kept saying, “Just write it on your phone.”

So I spent ages connecting to my mobile data and trying to translate “500mg” into Spanish. When I finally managed it, I discovered it was exactly the same as in English. Geez, I’m thick.

Anyway, that was pretty much our day. It’s not the nicest town, but it looks like they’re trying to improve it, and encouraging motorhomes to stop here is probably a good start.