So where were we?
So we left our lovely Istán behind, making sure that the Teepee was fully stocked with fresh spring water once again. Heaving only a small water bottle, I did bring three additional 5 litre bottles and various smaller drinking bottles for walks etc and every single one of them was full to the brim… The longer I can stay in out-of-the-way places without having to look for water, the better.
Veñuela and it’s lovely calm walks, turtles 🐢 and once home for Läkie was next. We didn’t see any turtles and no Läkie either. The sanctuary woman I’d been speaking to did promise to collect her and I’m glad she’s being looked after and finding a new home.
We also spotted ducklings! 🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆
Bermejales was next. I really like this one. There are so many really big fish swimming close to the shore that they get themselves caught up slightly in the tree tops of flooded trees and flap around letting Tippi know there’s something interesting in the water, like she needs any more encouragement to go in and investigate.
Actually, water has always been Tippi’s kryptonite. She’s a wee bit deef when it comes to water, and if not deef, very persistent to get back into it. Or stay in it, if possible. It might be a little weighted on the side of “I gotta cool down!” here in Spain, but she’s always been this way with water.
We then chose to go to the next lake in our way, on our way back to Ìtrabo. That’s the lake in Béznar. Lovely lake too, just a bit more population around to spoil our Chi.
Turns out, this is the beginning of the May Day (Workers Day here) and some obscure catholic voodoo holiday of the Crosses.
The Crosses festival thing is going on for another three days, I think, so maybe I’ll stay where I am for a bit longer.
We had a great walk around (bits of) the Béznar lake and the people were still singing when we got back. Good for them. One quite nice thing was I got to do some dog training with a Dutch campervan’r and her two rescues. Of course Tippi helped, and demanded excellent payment for doing so.
When we left Béznar, the forecast was for rain so why not travel in cooler weather. Found a great spot up on the mountain, a scenic view point.
It’s quiet, out of the way and we’re all alone…
Okay, so not completely ideal. Then it turns out, we can’t park overnight, 😔 we left for the coast to try our luck there.
On the way, I spotted a little place in a river valley I’d seen before, did a quick walk around and found there were about a dozen climbers here.
And a young family camped in the river bed. I decided to do the same.
She has me figured… She jumps in, gets soaked. Time to go, I call her on. She dirt dries (therefore getting filthy) I throw her back in. Rinse and repeat. In perpetuity.
This is normal:
This is different. She’s only put her paws in so close to the van. I have no doubt she’ll soak herself if we walk a short distance from the van though.
So tonight we sleep in the river bed, with the gurgling sounds of water right outside the door…