From Portugal to northern Spain

I hate myself so much when I leave a week or more between diary blogs! And, oops, I’ve done it again. Would be ok only I have such a shocking memory so have to work hard to remember what we did!

13th September

We decided to spend a third night at the Vila Cha campsite and have a second day in Porto. So we retraced the steps of the day before – taxi and metro into the city – but stayed on the metro a little longer to go across the top level of the bridge. From the other side at that level were marvellous views. We then walked back across the top level of the bridge, past the cathedral (but not in it as there were huge queues to pay respects to the bishop who’d died a couple of days before) and down to pick up one of the antique trams that run around the city. We did the route that goes alongside the river right out to the coast. Had lunch there sitting outside a restaurant with an enormous number of flies (but the food was good) and then caught the tram, then metro then taxi back again.

Walking across top level of Ponte Luis, the route is shared with the Metro

14th September

There’s a national park the Penedes-Geres in the north of Portugal and we wanted to visit there, so headed off northwards and inland. Another campervanner we’d met at Peniche had told us of a good place to spend the night beside a reservoir so we headed there by some scenic routes.

Beside the reservoir

Very exposed spot by that reservoir and pretty cold too – the combination of being later in the year and further north means we’ve had a very rapid change in temperatures! Made a rookie mistake in the evening – we’d drunk some wine then decided to move the van to face into the wind rather than side on, so it didn’t rock as much in the gusts. Stupidly we left both glasses on the table while we shuffled the van around to a level spot we were happy with. Both glasses fell off and broke, of course. You’d think after 5 months we’d be more clued up! (Luckily we brought 4 wine glasses with us so don’t worry, we will still be able to drink wine!)

15th September

We headed into the national park on a back road. Passed two dogs in a cart, and a woman knitting in a field while she tended her two cows. And no one else for hours. Very beautiful scenery.

My view driving through Penedes Geres national park

Eventually reached Geres where we had a look around the small town, and then parked up for the night at a car park just out of town. Had a (not great) meal out in a nearby restaurant.

16th September

Time to head out of Portugal and back into Spain. The road north from Geres continued through the national park, got rougher as we reached the border, and then suddenly much better once we were in Spain. Probably the prettiest border crossing we’ve done.

In Spain we stopped at a sweet little town named Celenova where we nearly got to look around a monastery and its attached church but everything seemed to be closed. From there on we were on motorways and making much quicker progress towards our destination for the day – Santiago de Compostela. We reached a sports centre car park listed in Park4Night, and walked into town from there. Huge hill walking in! We visited the cathedral and explored the beautiful old town. Lots of people with rucksacks around who’d hiked the pilgrimage trail!

Crowds heading into the cathedral at Santiago de Compostela

We decided to have our evening meal in the city and found a small cheap restaurant. Santiago had been on my list of must-see places for a long time. It certainly has charm and although busy most of the people seem to stick to the cathedral and main squares, so you can easily escape them all on side roads.

17th September

We debated going back into the city but couldn’t face that steep walk in, so instead decided to move on, westwards towards Cape Fisterra. The Romans thought this was the most westerly part of Europe (and hence the edge of the world) but actually Cabo da Roca in Portugal is further west. The drive here was gorgeous – slow twisty roads alongside bays and inlets. The further west we got the more it felt like the west of Ireland (only with different architecture and better roads) or Scotland, or Cornwall or Brittany. Of course these are all Celtic places bordering the Atlantic!

Cape Fisterra. Spot Gertie tucked in at the bottom!

Along the way we stopped to look at a couple of small fishing towns and also at a waterfall that falls into a salt water inlet (very few do this).

Just beyond the town of Fisterra is the cape, and a lighthouse, and a great place to park for the night. We had a look around the headland. Many Santiago pilgrims continue to here and leave mementoes (walking sticks, shoes, photos of themselves and little notes) tucked under the rocks.

18th September

Onwards around the coast, heading north. Galicia is a lovely part of Spain to visit if you like wild coastline. (And I do.) Again we stopped at a couple of small fishing towns. Eventually arrived at A Coruna which is a largish city I’d managed to never hear of, but it is lovely and well worth visiting. A nightmare to drive around however, even the satnav was totally confused. We managed to find a car park by the acquarium where you can spend the night but it’s a way out of the main city, on a headland.

Spent the afternoon walking round the headlands here and I went up the Torre de Hercules. This is an old Roman lighthouse. The outer shell was rebuilt in the 1800s but the inner tower is Roman with a staircase added. It’s still a working lighthouse though they have replaced the old giant oil lamps with electric…

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Torre de Hercules at A Coruna

Gorgeous sunset.

19th September

Ignatius decided he ought to visit the Roman lighthouse too, so he went up it this morning. We then moved the van to a dedicated (and expensive) campervan park at a marina nearer the interesting bits of town. Walked around from there, past a cruise ship that had come in (and there were English voices everywhere!) and around the town. It’s an odd shape – there’s the headland where we’d spent the night, the centre of town on an isthmus and a long sweep of sandy beach. All very pleasant.

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Expanse of wood and glass-fronted buildings overlooking the sea at A Coruna

Left A Coruna in the afternoon and headed along the coast north-eastwards, ending up at Spain’s most northerly point at Bares, where there’s a lighthouse. Very pretty spot. We are drawn to these wild and remote headlands! Spent the night here, once more with a lighthouse beam sweeping the van every few seconds (but with the blinds down you’re not disturbed by the light).

20th September

Time to head east, as we need to pick up our son Connor from Santander tomorrow evening. The first part of the route was still on slow roads hugging the coast, and we stopped at Viveiro which has a lovely beach and looks like a sweet little town. A little further on near Ribadeo was an amazing beach with loads of stacks and arches. We got wet wading from one cove to the next. Got to bring Connor back here!

Arches at Praia das Catedrais

From there we were on the motorway and drove as far as Gijon – a large city in Asturias. We parked just east of the city at a car park on a headland, and the city prom stretches round as far as here. Had a walk to look at the view in each direction. There’s no time to explore Gijon so that will have to wait for a return trip to northern Spain – am sure there’ll be one in time!

21st September

Today is all about preparing for Connor’s visit. He arrives this evening around 9.30pm. We drove this morning the rest of the way from Gijon to Santander, and arrived at a Carrefour petrol station running on fumes, where we put 81 litres of diesel into our 80 litre tank… (ok so it might be 85 litre tank, I am not sure but even so, bit close to the wire!)

Shopped for Connor then out to a headland just north of the city where there is a lighthouse – we might come back here to spend the night and keep the theme of capes and lighthouses going a little longer!

There are a few hours before we need to head to the airport, time to clean the van and catch up on blogging etc.





I have put up another route page detailing our journey through Portugal.

Sixteen days and 883 miles covered in Portugal. Six nights in two campsites. Four nights wild camping. Four nights free in car parks and two nights in aires. We drove the length of the Algarve, covered a lot of the wild Atlantic coast and had a number of trips inland. It is the period on our trip when the weather changed from summer (in the south) to autumn (in the north).

We met some lovely people, wonderful scenery and great place to take a Motorhome.
As Arnie would say “We’ll be back”!

You will need to visit the blog to read the detail. For non-bloggers, click here and then ‘Portugal’ for the detail.



Our journey round Europe has been an interesting coffee experience.
Both of us like black coffee, no sugar. But ‘black coffee’ comes in many strains, from an intense Italian espresso to the soup bowls of ‘americano’ you get in Britain.
Our coffee of choice is a cup with ‘diluted’ espresso, preferably letting the water run through the grinds for a bit longer than an espresso or at worst adding a little hot water to the espresso.

Caffè Americano.
In Italy, outside of touristy areas you can get away with asking for Caffè Americano and get a decent coffee. In tourist areas they can assume you want a coffee like the Americans want and serve it large with a lot of water .. or dishwater as the Italians refer to it! Says it all really. In these situations you have to enter into discussions along the lines of  a plumber telling you it’s a tricky job, make a face, suck air through your teeth, say stuff like Americano but with poco acqua calda (bad Italian for little hot water) and hope for the best. If it arrives as decent cup, exclaim perfetto, if not make another face, shrug your shoulders and hope for better next time!

Caffè Lungo.
In Italy, if you don’t want to risk the Americano challenge you could try asking for Caffè Lungo which should get you a long coffee made with espresso.

Café Allongé.
This should get you the desired coffee in France. Just be careful that occasionally you could end up with a filter (drip) coffee. You can try Americano but the two dangers in France is the large cup of watery coffee or the French just shrugging their shoulders and looking at you as if you’re mad and have asked them a complicated theoretical physics question!

Café Largo.
This should do the trick in Spain … remembering to roll that ‘r’ !! But occasionally you may have to enter into the Italian game of a little hot water (con poca agua caliente).

My bad Portuguese pronounces this as Abba-tan-ah-doh but it generally works with getting an ‘extended’ espresso.
Be warned Americano can sometimes get you instant coffee in Portugal!


In our travels across a small part of southern Europe it is hard to disagree that Italy has the best coffee and coffee culture. But using a little local knowledge and language can get you decent coffee no matter where you are.

But the morning coffee is not just about the coffee … what do you have with it. Some small, sweet, pastry type thing surely!!
We have raved on previous blogs about Italian cornetto (a sweet croissant filled with jam, cream, chocolate) and cannoli (crispy pastry roll with creamy ricotta filling and flavourings of lemon, chocolate, pistachio). Perfetto!
In France you can have pain au chocolat, raisin etc. but our current favorite is the Portuguese Pastel de Nata, a small custard tart with crispy pastry.
I’m not sure about Spain … they didn’t seem to have a sweet morning coffee accompaniment. The locals in southern Spain seemed to prefer bread and ham. Very nice ham they have too … but missing the point really 🙂


Up the Atlantic coast

7th September

I have a Portuguese friend Pedro Barrento, a writer I met first online. He lives not far from where we were camped at Santa Cruz and I’d been in touch. So today he came over to meet us and take us out for the day – show us a different side of Portugal.

In Pedro’s car we went first to Obidos which is a medieval town with a castle and fortifications and a load of gift shops. Very pretty but definitely still ON the beaten tourist track. Next stop was Buddha Eden, a huge landscaped garden amongst vineyards, with various statues set all about. It had grown since Pedro last visited and is no longer just Buddhist. We enjoyed the newer African sculptures. A wonderful place to stroll around. And from there we went to a small village festival for dinner. In a huge sports hall they were dishing up amazing seafood platters. We had one between us and it was delicious!

Ignatius and Pedro at the festival

Lovely to meet Pedro in the flesh at last and we very much enjoyed our day with him. He also gave us the name of a campervan service centre who might be able to fix our broken door lock.

8th September

First job today was to drive over to Clinica das Caravanas to see if they could fix the lock. As Nuno (the proprietor) was saying yes, probably he could fix it but he was busy today, he then sniffed and said he could smell gas coming from under our van. We could, too. Another problem! On the clifftop it had been windy so we wouldn’t have smelled it there, but definitely inside his workshop we could tell there was a leak.

He tried to find where it was coming from but couldn’t, then sent us to an LPG workshop near Obidos where they had an electronic device, and were able to find that the regulator on the LPG tank was where the leak came from. But those guys sent us back to Nuno to get the regulator replaced. We had driven to Obidos via Buddha Eden and had a lovely lunch in a restaurant near there that Pedro had pointed out, and drove back to Campelos (Clinica das Caravanas) via a beach where we had a walk and an ice cream.

Spent the night parked outside Nuno’s workshop as he wanted to work on our van first thing. Hooked up to electric so as not to need the gas switched on!

9th September

A morning of hanging around while Nuno and his employees worked on our van. We had coffee in the village, walked back to the workshop, sat outside playing dominoes. Eventually he called us over to say all was done – the regulator replaced and the door lock barrel swapped with one from a side locker we never open (as it is also accessible from the inside). We can recommend Clinica das Caravanas if you’re ever in mid-Portugal and need a fix! They specialise in van conversions and from what we saw, do a superb job on these too.

We were then able to get back on track and go to Peniche. This is a town on a headland, and there was a camperstop in the middle of town where we parked up for the night. I went for a walk out on the cliffs and out to a pretty little peninsula.

Peninsula at Peniche

10th September

Drove around the Peniche headland, and parked up near the fort for a look around there. Bit like Sagres fort but this fort was used to hold political prisoners in the time of Salazar’s dictatorship, right up till the 1970s.

We headed north from there, up the coast to look at Baleal, a town on a near-island accessed by a causeway, where we had lunch. And on to Nazare, a surfing holiday town. I do love this Atlantic coast of Portugal, with its endless wild beaches! Nazare was packed and we had difficulty parking. There was some sort of festival going on.

We decided to head further up the coast to find a quiet spot to camp. Ended up just outside a small village, on a cliff top. Lovely spot.

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Heading north – lovely road for Gertie!

11th September

The plan for the day was to drive a long way north, as time is getting short. We started off on the back roads, then part of the way on motorway. Ended up a little way north of Porto at an ACSI campsite, arriving in time to relax for a few hours. Very nice beach near the campsite. We had a meal out at a local fish restaurant, sharing a locally-caught turbot.

12th September

Today we took a taxi to the nearest Metro station, then the metro into Porto, travelling with another English couple from the campsite.


Porto is Portugal’s second largest town. We didn’t have much of an agenda, and were happy to just wander around and see where it took us. The weather was sunny but cool – such a change from all the hot city sight-seeing we’ve done earlier in this trip! We went to a very nice gastronomic restaurant for a long lingering lunch, and into one small museum in the house that was the birthplace of Prince Henry the Navigator. Walked over the Ponte Luis bridge (designed by Gustav Eiffel and you can tell) and watched a couple of lads jumping off it, while their mate collected money. They did this over and over. Unusual summer job!

Porto riverside with the bridge in the background

When our legs had had enough walking we took the metro back and ended up in a taxi with the same English couple as in the morning.

On to Portugal!

31st August

We’d been preparing ourselves for the heat of Seville, and yes it was hot. On bikes you generate a pleasant breeze as you cycle, and thankfully Seville is a great place to cycle around as it has a lot of well marked cycle paths. Not in Bolzano’s league but way better than most cities. We headed off fairly early to try to see as much as possible before the heat really built up.

After the usual tourist information office and coffee shop stops, we arrived at the cathedral. There was a queue to get in, but only because it hadn’t yet opened. Once inside there was a very good self-guided audio tour to follow. Latest measurements suggest that this cathedral is bigger than St Paul’s London, and bigger than St Peter’s Vatican. So, very big then! It is huge. Loads of side chapels, all containing countless works of art. Lots of gold everywhere. We spent quite a long time in it and were suitably impressed.

Seville cathedral exterior

You know a town is hot when they have shades draped across the streets, and when the outdoor tables of restaurants are supplied with a constant mist of cooled water. We ate at one of these and those cooling sprays do work. Kind of outdoor air conditioning. As mad in the opposite direction as the outdoor heated swimming pool I’ve been in at Alpe d’Huez in winter.

We visited another church as well, also jaw-droppingly ornate. And then headed out of the centre on our bikes to some shady parks which were very pleasant to pootle around.

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Plaza d’Espana, Seville. Would have been nice to dive into that fountain!

Left Seville late afternoon for the drive into Portugal. We’d vaguely planned to stop at a beach car park not far from the border but all the car parks turned out to be packed with people still on the beaches. Finally we reached a camperstop a little way inland. Quirky place – it had a loo and shower and electricity, but was basically just a field with a couple of permanent caravans in it. And a bloke with cute puppies.

1st September

Our plan today was to try out a couple of the famed Algarve beaches and then get to a campsite. First beach we stopped at was nice enough, and we went for a swim. Second beach was Marinha Beach, ranked amongst the best in the world. It was very busy, but we were only there to swim not to grill ourselves. You can swim into caves and through rock arches here. Absolutely beautiful and well worth the visit.

Marinha beach. We swam around the rocks at the far end.

We had lunch at a lovely cliff top spot, off a dirt road. Then on to a campsite in the western Algarve, at Salema. It had already started up ACSI discounts and at 11 euro a night was a bit of a bargain. We were ready for some campsite vegging time.

2nd September

After doing the washing and all the boring catch-up stuff we got the bikes off and cycled the short distance downhill into Salema. Had a good lunch by the beach and went for a swim (though I think Marinha beach has spoilt us for swimming anywhere else). Then cycled uphill back to the campsite.

3rd September

Just lazed around the campsite all day, doing a bit of planning etc. Our pitch had shade for most of the day so was pretty perfect in that respect. I got a fair amount of writing done too.

4th September

Today in the morning I had a radio interview scheduled with Talk Radio Europe to promote my new book (The Girl from Ballymor, out 7th September!!) Must admit I was pretty nervous about it even though it was to be pre-recorded. I was glad when it was over. We packed up and left when this was done, driving just a short way along the coast to Cabo de Sao Vicente or Portugal’s answer to Land’s End.

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At Cabo de Sao Vicente

Had a look around here then went to nearby Sagres where we explored the fort, walked around the headland and into the tiny town. We spent the night at the fort’s car park along with quite a lot of other campervans. As the sun went down we strolled along the cliff top to watch the sunset. I love this corner of Portugal!

5th September

We drove up the west coast, calling at a couple of beaches on the way, but didn’t swim. These beaches are much rougher than those on the south coast, and cater for surfers. At the first we had coffee and walked along the beach and over the rocks. It reminded me of Cornish or Devon beaches. At the second we sat on the cliff top and had lunch, watching the surfers.

And then a long drive inland and north to Evora in the Alentejo region. We stopped for the night a few miles outside the town, at a megalithic stone circle surrounded by cork oaks. Magical place!

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Almendres stone circle

6th September

After a morning wander around the stone circle we drove into Evora and parked up just outside the medieval town walls. It’s much much hotter here than on the coast, although the night was cool.

Walked up through the town, visited the Chapel of Bones (not a design feature you’d want in your own home) and the associated museum, then the cathedral (bit uninspiring after Seville) and the roman baths which were discovered under the town hall of all places. Had a very pleasant lunch out, actually inside, in air conditioning, as they don’t have the Seville style outdoor aircon here!

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Chapel of Bones. Many of the skulls were tiny – presumably children.

Left mid-afternoon and drove back to the coast, north of Lisbon. We’re skipping Lisbon as we have been before and large cities aren’t good in campervans. We’re parked for the night on a cliff stop near Santa Cruz, listening to the roar of the ocean. Substantially cooler here – needed a fleece for our evening walk along the beach!

Tonight’s sunset over the Atlantic

One more little problem has occurred today – the habitation door lock won’t work from the outside. Which means we have to lock it from the inside and go out through the driver’s door. Another problem which happened back in June is that the driver’s door handle is broken and won’t open from the inside. So getting in and out of the van and securing it is a bit of a logic puzzle now.

Pyrenees to Portugal

I have put up another route page detailing our journey from the Pyrenees along east and south coast of Spain into the Algarve in Portugal.

We will return to Spain after Portugal but for this visit we spent most of our time in the Pyrenees and in the south west corner, plus longish drive between the two!
Ten days and around 1,500 miles.

You will need to visit the blog to read the detail. For non-bloggers, click here and then ‘Pyrenees to Portugal’ for the detail.


Shooting down through Spain & more problems

24th August

In Llivia

Last day of the Pyrenees. We’d had a quiet night in Llivia and in the morning explored the small town which had a little self-guided history trail around it. Very appealing little place. We enjoyed our stay here.

Back through the 2km of France and into Spain again, where we drove a route that apparently Jeremy Clarkson says is one of his favourite driving roads. It was suitably twisty but nice and wide with good visibility around the coming bends so much less hairy than some of the Alpine and Pyrenean passes we’ve done! Finally dropped out of the mountains and began to head towards the Spanish coast, having decided to zoom down to the south of Spain. We want to allow time in Portugal and time’s getting short!

We spent the night at a town called Vilafranca des Penedes, not far from Barcelona. Walked into town in the evening and had a pleasant meal out.

25th August

The plan today was simply to drive southwards, so we hopped on the motorway and headed to Santa Pola near Alicante where there’s a campsite that started up its ACSI discounts today. We also needed to get more LPG and it’s not that easy to find in Spain.

Journey was going well till near the end when a huge bird flew at the windscreen on the motorway and cracked it. We have 9 cracks fanning out from a point on the top left. Three run the full height of the windscreen. Yikes. I suspect the bird came off worse.

We continued on cautiously, managed to get gas, got to the campsite and then rang Autoglass who our insurers use for windscreen damage. They have a partnership with Carglass in Europe. Trouble is a Hymer windscreen is pretty specialist and not something that would be in stock…

Got the washing done, so that was good. We’d thought August would be an expensive month with no campsite discounts but we have free-camped so much it’s actually been the cheapest month!

In the evening we ate at a Chinese buffet restaurant just outside the campsite.

26th August

No word from Carglass yet and we were feeling a bit stressed so we decided to have a sit-around-the-campsite day, even though the campsite wasn’t the nicest.

Still no call from Carglass by the end of the day, despite phoning Autoglass again to chase them.

27th August

Well we can’t sit around for ever, and Autoglass assured us that as long as the cracks don’t obscure the driver’s vision it is perfectly safe and legal to drive.

Unfortunately on leaving the campsite the bikes caught on a pole (my fault as I was out of the van and supposedly directing proceedings) and my back wheel ended up badly buckled. Sigh. Another problem to deal with!

We drove on as planned, with our cracked windscreen and broken bike, and I’ll admit it was a low-point of the trip. (The other one was when my bike was stolen.) Reached a campsite near Malaga, also already on ACSI discount, and parked up there. This one was nicer than the last so that cheered me up a little.

Huge storm overnight!

28th August

We’d thought we’d have a swim in the sea in the morning but it rained, so no chance of that. Drove on, first stop being a Decathlon store the other side of Malaga where we left my bike to have a new rear wheel fitted while we went to a supermarket. Nice lads at Decathlon did the job so that was that problem solved… or so we thought!

Drove on to Gibraltar where we parked just outside the territory in a marina car park.

At the Gibraltar camperstop

Very pleasant spot. And the temperatures were MUCH lower here than we’ve had the last few days – much more bearable. We had a short walk around in the evening, had a look at the border to see how to cycle across etc. Then got chatting to an English couple from another camper, ended up sitting outside till midnight talking and drinking. They are travelling for a year, which makes our six months seem hardly worth doing.

29th August

Got the bikes off the van, and realised that Ignatius’s town bike also had a slightly buckled wheel. It was rideable with the front brake let out. Luckily that nice Mr Google confirmed there was a bike shop just over the border in Gibraltar. Then it rained (proximity to a British territory seemed to bring British weather) so we hung around till the worst was over before setting off.

Crossing the border by bike, passport held between my teeth, was a first. And then you have to cycle across the main airport runway! Obviously the road is closed whenever a plane is due to land or take off (and they come in groups) and this leads to a long queue of traffic at the border periodically.

Ignatius on the Gibraltar airport runway

We found the bike shop, bought another new wheel and had it fitted. Then headed into town. Gibraltar is not really a cycle-friendly place – too much traffic and in the pedestrianised area, too many people! We ended up locking the bikes and walking. Funny to see all the familiar British shops and businesses, and signs in English, prices in pounds. We had a lovely full English breakfast as a brunch, then took the cable car to the Top of the Rock where the views are astounding, across the straits to Morocco.

Top of the Rock

Bought a Portuguese guidebook in the bookshop. All in all a good visit and I felt a lot happier!

Macaque monkey at the Top of the Rock. I wouldn’t sit where she is!

We left Gibraltar late afternoon and drove along the coast to Cadiz, with a short detour around Tarifa which is the most southerly point of Spain. At Cadiz we parked at the docks, near the cruise liner terminal. From 8.30 to 11pm a huge brass band set up near by to practise (and they REALLY needed the practise!) but it was quiet after that.

30th August

Bikes off again, and into Cadiz. We locked them up in a large square and went round the cathedral on foot, including up its bell tower. Cadiz is a lovely looking town. Weather was sunny but only about 25 degrees so pretty much perfect. After lunch we got back on the bikes and cycled around the seafront, out across a causeway to an old castle fortification, through some pretty parks with huge trees, and back to the van. Really liked Cadiz – it has a lovely atmosphere.

Seafront at Cadiz
Meeting a remarkable tree

We”d vaguely thought of visiting Jerez but didn’t like the look of the camperstop there so headed on to Seville where we are now parked beside the river, ready to explore the town tomorrow. It’s a lot hotter here, but Seville is always hot, I believe.