Tarifa

At last we are at the seaside, the southernmost part of Spain and the sun is out.  There's quite a strong wind but that's what brings the kite surfers to the area, but the sky is blue and we are feeling proud of ourselves after clocking up 1500 miles.  We've stocked up supplies in Lidl,  spanish wine for €1.59 and lots of different hams and fresh pasta so something to fall back on when parking next to the beach.  There's lots of motorhomers about from all corners of Europe so we just have to spy them out and, voila, our overnight stop is found.

Spot the oranges

Tarifa has an attractive old town and fort from which we can see Morocco, it's a bit hazy but if you squint under the branches of the palm tree in the photo below you might just see a mountain in the distance.....that's Morocco!

The view without the mist!

The cake shops, or Pasteleria, are wonderful and we couldn't resist just one or two sweet somethings from this one......not sure what they are but hoping they will be good for our desert tonight....Mmmmmm, yes they were lovely. Might be putting some weight on me thinks.

Being this far south we have lost the TV reception, as we thought we might, so had purchased some DVD' s from local charity shops before we left so we have those to fall back on.  In the meantime we are catching up on series one and two of Broadchurch which we had missed when it was originally screened...... saves me beating Les at cards...he gets so upset, not!

By the way.......there is a more detailed diary on the right side menu entitled January 2018 on the desktop version.