Sunshine, Sand and Sea

Capicorb to Sant Carles de la Rapita to Miami Platja

Day 17 - Wednesday. - June 29
We were about the first ones out of the gate, quite literally. The bar didn't close until 2am and that's when our neighbors showed up. They obviously weren't done yet as they were quite noisy until we asked them to be quiet at 2:30.

Because of the drought the fountains were not running but it was still pretty.

They actually groomed the beach overnight.

The close up version

The church in Santa Magdalena de Pulpis.

Looking north as we made our way up and up.

Oh no....another language....Catalan. Fortunately all the signs were in both languages but sometimes we weren't sure which was which.

Now we know exactly where we are.......out in the middle!

To heck with potted plants, these people do potted trees and old ones at that! There were olives and several varieties of palms.

Adolpho, our neighbor in Alfacs Campground, is a professional baseball umpire from Barcelona. He spoke very good English as well as several other languages. He grew up in Sant Carles de la Rapita and his family still lives there. He was very knowledgeable about the area and we enjoyed his company very much. He is very proud of his 1945 German bicycle and especially wanted us to see it and the seat he added for his daughter Victoria.

He also gave Doug a chance to experience the bike first hand.

Later in the evening we looked north and it looked suspiciously like a thunderstorm brewing so out came the rain fly for the first time. It did rain a bit but it didn't last long and it was still very warm. It was a much quieter night, except for the thunder, even though the road is just across the fence. The sound of the day was cicadas speaking Spanish.

Day 18 - Thursday - June 30
A beautifully restored 80 year old Fiat.

Some houses not on the beach.

The city of Amposta

Real water under this bridge....the Ebre River. It has the second largest delta in the Mediterranean Sea , the Nile having the largest.

This olive grove was terraced. It was lot rockier ground than in the olive groves we saw in Portugal and on our way to Valencia.

This is the first time the top of a hill had a name. It didn't seem high enough to have a name but  maybe our legs are getting used to climbing.

Typical of many of the river bottoms in this part of Spain, there is no water with a road up the channel. We think that, besides the drought, much of the water must be used for irrigation upstream.

That windsock is blowing the wrong way! And why is there a windsock here to begin with?

Just flying along with everyone else. Note the really wide shoulder.

Playa Montroig Campground where we learned not to ask for the cheapest campsite category because they tend to be next to young people who like to party until the wee hours of the morning. It was really more like a resort as there was a swimming pool, tennis courts, a bike rental shop, grocery store and restaurant.