El Masnou

Here we are sitting in the warm sun, verging on hot, on the terrace of the bar in Camping Masnou, the only camping ground open in Europe, so we’re told. There are dozens of sailboats out on the Mediterranean, and we could not ask for better weather. All I need is a T shirt and shorts, which of course, I don’t have. I expected the weather to be at least cool, if not cold. This is winter?

We are half an hour’s train ride out of  Barcelona itself, but we are here for at least 3 nights, so plan to spend this afternoon just relaxing. I might even go for a paddle; I left my togs and sarong behind in London to minimize weight on the flight over to Frankfurt. I also left my summer clothes that I wore in Dubai, there as well!

I’ve been drinking coffee to get wifi. Each new docket has a new username and password, but I’m about to switch the something stronger. Sangria maybe? We won’t be walking down to the beach as I imagined, just crossing the road, because there’s the train line between the road and the beach! I just saw a train fly past!

Ali has been helping me sort out our travel woes; basically finding some open campgrounds. Camping Masnou is tightly packed with more than a hundred motorhomes of all shapes and sizes. Once you’re in, you don’t go far as there may be a few motorhomes parked behind you. They’ve packed them in, that’s for sure.

Our washing is being done for us for 17 euro, so all I have to do is sit and relax in the sun. Ah, the bliss of not travelling anywhere, no navigating, no gutters or concrete blocks to avoid, no wrong turns and no country lanes! I’ve almost exhausted my sense of adventure I can tell you. A few days R&R is just what I need.