Where are we now?

The days roll into one, time kinda stops, its mid week a local tells me though it feels like sunday over and over again. I love the life of a romany, to never quite know, each day a little surprise. One day there is no company, no tourists and no lights; the next a spanish holiday spot, a flat ocean and kids everywhere.

We have been taking part in 'el pasedo', the daily evening stroll combined with tapas and ceverza. The heat stays in the sun till late and everyone loves an amble after their siesta. We love the tapas espescially when we can decifer the carne from the pescado, the beers though draugh style- resemble those from Holand with massive foamy heads, Ella suggested she get behind and showed them a thing or too but that was obviously the beer talking.

I could defo live here, the people, the pace of life and the language all make for a place with homely warmth.

But for now I'm off as the bar man has just told me a load of tourist cars have been broken into, so we are fleeing and will hopefully find the van in one piece!