Foray into Spain
We pitched up and took Juno for a walk and swim, she had a lovely time and utterly charmed our French neighbours (as usual). We met an English couple from Essex who were on their way to Spain and Portugal for 3 months. We haven’t met many English people in aires, I wonder why? Maybe we are a campsite kind of nation.
The next day we headed up to the Pyrenees, on the way we stopped at a service station and found this wonderful monument to La Tour de France.
We stopped off near the town of Vielha in the Val d’Aran, staying at campsite Verneda. The surroundings were beautiful, the campsite was empty, although that must have partly been due to the steep price and it wasn’t easy to get anywhere from there.
We did locate a short dog walk along the river for Juno, and a special motorhome cleaning station so Knigel got his first wash! We got our first taste of tapas on the trip from the restaurant, and then headed back to Knigel for an episode of GoT!
Day 61 saw us heading over the Pyrenees, we were a little nervous having read other blog (Greygappers and Our Tour) reports of how narrow and scary it was. The scenery was beautiful though.
We stopped at a lovely picnic area, near the 11th Century Monastery of Obarra and had a celebratory rest. It seems incredible that during the second world war the French resistance smuggled people over the border into Spain this way, it must have been a tough and frightening trip.
Next stop was the medieval town of Ainsa, with its 12th century church and 11th century castle. The car park allows motorhomes to stay overnight and there was a nice view from up there, but it is €5 if you enter during the day.
The town is considered one of the most beautiful ones in Spain and it certainly was very pretty. The town itself has a long history and was the birthplace of the Kingdom of Aragon. We walked into Plaza Mayor and we stopped for a lovely pizza at Pizza Le Thé. Greg had black pudding on his, which I thought was a little unusual but he has been wanting to eat Basque black pudding for a while.
We had a nice walk around the cobbled streets and walked up the steps to the top of the old wall, watching probably a hundred common vultures circling around and flying off somewhere. It was a beautiful sight, almost magical.
We found a campsite nearby, Camping Baltaña so checked ourselves in for the night. The campsite was pretty rubbish to be honest, no boundries to the pitches, very old facilities and just not worth the money. There was nowhere to walk Juno at all, so that wasn’t much fun for anyone. We were treated to an evening of terrible Spanish karaoke, with Black Lace numbers being particularly popular. We regretted parking close to the bar to get the free wifi!
Of to bed, looking forward to tomorrow’s journey further into Spain and onward to the Basque Country.