Turns out Teruel has a lovely old town, a great pedestrian bridge over the river and lots of good cafes.
First thing was spent sorting bits – trying to get more data for my phone deal so that I can upload the blog without visiting McDonalds; M talking to the roadside assistance insurance company about last week’s incident, checking bookings for the rest of the year, finding out when V might be coming out to visit.
Then we went wandering, and purchased little things that we wanted, having spent nearly a fortnight in the van. These included: a curtain to separate front and back living spaces, which means that whoever is having a slow start doesn’t get blinded by the light from opening the door, or blasted with a cold inrush of mountain air. I have super-deluxe, down filled slippers that have no heat protection in the soles, so am now toasty with a pair of insoles. I hate the dishcloths we bought with us, they’re too papery and not absorbent enough. We’ve dealt lots of small but significant things.
Just before we finished pottering around the town M asked if I wanted to stay any longer.
“No, thank you, I think we’re done. What do you think?”
“I think we should go too. But are you sure, or are you just saying that?”
Biting back a giggle, I replied “No, I’m sure, but thank you for clarifying.”
We have headed back towards the coast. Morella and Teruel are both great places, but are an additional 1000m above sea level. The overnight temperatures there are generally -5 or -6, whereas closer to the coast they’re +5 or +6. M’s fever has picked back up and he’s coughing again. As much as we love the mountainous regions, they’ll have to wait until his body’s fully recovered from this bug or the continent gets a bit warmer.
M feeling under the weather meant that I got a rare experience of sitting behind the steering wheel. Whilst I drove, M route-found and we both lost patience with British news, there being the ‘meaningful vote’ this evening. A number of radio shows spent the entire day broadcasting endless hours of callers ringing up to express their discordant views. Eventually, we changed radio channel and listened to Culture Club and Madonna, which felt like a ‘meaningful’ substitution.
We’re in a small area called ‘La Val D’Uixo’. It boasts a number of caves, glorious routes into the hills for walks (one tomorrow if M is feeling up to it) a town with a number of good restaurants and bars and a large, flat, free car park with the 3 types of water provision – all clean and well serviced.
The air was warm enough that we spent the afternoon with the side door open and pottered on getting the various jobs done that had been waiting for a good day. The hope is that we’ll spend a couple of days here before committing to Valencia and the coast. Friends live near Alicante and we’re looking forward to catching up with them soon.
This evening, we have the fire is on in our U-shaped lounge (that will later become our bedroom), the dog is in his bed in front of said fire and has just repositioned himself so that his face is getting the maximum heat. Contentment reigns.