All good so far; we are managing to drive on the right side of the road (literally) and go around the roundabouts anti-clockwise. We are heading south down the spectacular Costa Brava coast towards Barcelona, which we intend to visit tomorrow, taking advantage of a free shuttlebus from our campsite, circa twenty miles north at Mataró.
Leaving the van in a layby this morning, we had a world-class ride to the resort of Tossa de Mar. It was a classic with long swooping descents following twisting climbs as the road hugged the tortuous coast. The views were jaw-dropping but we were out-classed by the very many professional cycle teams who left us standing in their wake. (Well we are old enough to be their parents). Apparently many of the pro-teams have their headquarters and winter training camps in Girona, a few miles inland. Out of season, as it is, the resorts are really quiet and a delight to look around. The remains of the mediaeval castle and town at Tossa de Mar still has cannons pointing over the ramparts and quaint, twisty, streets cobbled with pebbles. The lovely, sandy beaches are empty. No doubt they will be wall to wall with bodies come the summer, just now long sleeves and coats are requisite.
Yesterday we cycled into Girona and mooched about the old town set on a hill above the River Ter. The Cathedral boasts the widest nave in the world bar St Peters in the Vatican and is well worth a visit to see the towering architecture and beautiful stained glass windows.
Cooking our evening meal with two gas rings, and a small oven with minimal kitchen equipment is proving interesting, but with necessity being the mother of invention, we have turned out some quite respectable repasts. Gavin is on cooking duty tonight, but a couple of pizzas and bag of salad from the supermarket should not test his skills too greatly.