It sure feels as if we’re getting better at this now. This morning we took it slow (again) but it was just so beautiful. Number 3 woke us up at 7am which is his normal time and when we opened the “window” the morning sun came in. Lovely views onto the camp ground, the old olive trees and the still red sunrise … couldn’t ask for more.

Flo even managed to post one more blog entry before we hit the road. Number 3 dutifully fell asleep and we had a smooth ride until lunch time. By this time, we had made it half way around Valencia and needed fuel as well as bread for lunch.

Both were available. Fuel right next to the motorway and bread in a town just a little of the motorway. It was a proper bakery with amazing looking treats, so I had to buy some extras: A spinach-filled empanada and five tiny croissants con chocolate. Flo decided to sample some local craft beer and got a bottle of something (Mahou Barrica).

All my extras turned out to be smart buys as finding a good lunch spot, where Baby could roam around for a while, proved hard to come by. Given that we were on a motorway around a big city, it isn’t even a surprise in hindsight.

So we had a late lunch around 2pm, somewhere tucked away underneath trees to avoid the direct sun, which was up now quite mercilessly.

Getting back onto the road and into the driving groove turned out to be a little bit difficult as Number 3 wasn’t keen on more sleep. We coaxed him through most of the hard bits and, finally, he decided to have a late afternoon nap. With this morale boost, we made it to the designated camp ground in the Sierra Espuñas. The last bit of the road wound in and out the national park. Lots of tight curves rising up to almost 700m for the camp.

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