Where’s Colin? He's at the Municipal Aire in Sant Feliu de Guixols
It's been a quiet day today, which is to say that we have done nothing of note.
After the speediest run I've ever achieved, we moved on from Platja d'Aro, but not far - just 5km down the coast to the town of Sant Feliu, which we thought might be of more interest to us. Unfortunately the weather wasn't being kind, and no sooner than we'd slotted Colin in between two Dutch vans (strange how all of our neighbours last night were German, having barely seen any German vans all trip, then just 5km down the coast they're mainly Dutch) it started to rain.
There was no way I was going out in that, so books were read and to the drumming of rain we listened until finally the sky got lighter and the drumming abated.
A stroll around the town ensued, perusing the various information signs on the way, before taking in the beach...
...and the monastery...
...then picking up a packet soup mix for lunch (just 13 degrees today - I was feeling the need for warming soup; a packet mix was the best the convenience store could offer) and heading back to Colin.
And now, as the light is starting to fade out of the day, we're sitting on butt-numbing plastic seats in a launderette, waiting for our laundry to finish its cycle in the dryer. We know how to live, you know...
It's been a quiet day today, which is to say that we have done nothing of note.
After the speediest run I've ever achieved, we moved on from Platja d'Aro, but not far - just 5km down the coast to the town of Sant Feliu, which we thought might be of more interest to us. Unfortunately the weather wasn't being kind, and no sooner than we'd slotted Colin in between two Dutch vans (strange how all of our neighbours last night were German, having barely seen any German vans all trip, then just 5km down the coast they're mainly Dutch) it started to rain.
There was no way I was going out in that, so books were read and to the drumming of rain we listened until finally the sky got lighter and the drumming abated.
A stroll around the town ensued, perusing the various information signs on the way, before taking in the beach...
...and the monastery...
...then picking up a packet soup mix for lunch (just 13 degrees today - I was feeling the need for warming soup; a packet mix was the best the convenience store could offer) and heading back to Colin.
And now, as the light is starting to fade out of the day, we're sitting on butt-numbing plastic seats in a launderette, waiting for our laundry to finish its cycle in the dryer. We know how to live, you know...
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