Are we still in Spain? Rain and cold hands
We get up early, yes already at 8 and are checked out shortly after 8. Our Felix is already waiting for us downstairs, he has now had 2 days of rest and so his wheels, the chain and everything could recover a bit. The way he is standing there, he looks very happy and is looking forward to a nice long ride through España.
We saddle it with everything we have and have another coffee at the Plaza de la Encarnation and order our usual tostados. We marvel at the wooden construction, which is supposed to be Seville's landmark. Gerd finds it unsuccessful, I of course have only positive things to say about it. After all, the architect of this building was a Berliner. So it's good for now. However, I also doubt whether it will fit into the beautiful old town. But of course I won't tell Gerd.
At 9 we sit on our Felix and he purrs like a little leg off to Córdoba. I think. However, Gerd and our super-navi take us on a half-hour tour through all, really all the alleys of Seville before we simply find the exit. But then it's off to Córdoba. The route there is so unattractive that there are no pictures and I almost fall asleep. The only good thing about this morning is that it is only 22 degrees. That is far more than 10 degrees less than usual. My hands even freeze a little. Probably only because they are not used to this icy, frosty wind. At home in Switzerland, I'm already happy with temperatures above 15 degrees on the bike.
So we arrive in Córdoba and realise that it is a beautiful city. But we don't feel like going into the city any more. We have a quick tapas lunch, take two or three pictures and then, after exactly 52 minutes in Córdoba, we continue towards nature. We've both really had enough of historic cities. They are really beautiful. But at some point we'll be drawn to the mountains or the sea.
We just look at the map and head towards the sea. A little to the north, but towards the sea. Several kilometres later we take one of our we-buy-water breaks and think, now it would be time for a campsite. I find a nice one by a river in the middle of the mountains. On the map it's only a few kilometres, but the sat nav says another 1.5 hours. We assume it will be a winding and hopefully beautiful route. And our assumption is confirmed. We drive up and down mountains in a beautiful nature park and enjoy the views, watching olive trees for hours (all day today) as far as the eye can see. I do some research and learn that we are in one of the largest olive-growing areas in the world. It really looks like it. I would like to know how many bottles of olive oil a tree yields. With this many trees, the annual harvest must be thousands or even millions of bottles...
After a winding and fantastically beautiful tour through the Sierra de Carzola National Park, we arrive at our very natural campsite. It is too late for the pool, but not for the supermarket, which doesn't really deserve its name. We search and search and decide on a tomato salad, buy 3 huge tomatoes, an onion and honey-salt peanuts and crawl into our tent. Because it starts to rain. So we have to make our dinner in the tent. One of our motorbike cases serves as a table, Gerd cuts tomatoes and then onions and howls and howls. That's quite an adventurer for me. When my dressing of mustard, oil and artichoke juice is ready and tomatoes, onions and peanuts are mixed, the rain stops and we eat our huge portion of salad with the tent open. Afterwards we make a round of the campsite, wash up and then go to sleep. It's always funny that the children are always awake longer than we are. With children screaming, dogs barking and the wind rustling, we snuggle up together and fall asleep a little later.
