Wednesday 1 February 2012
....February!! (In 2nd Grade, the only word little Charles -- future Spelling Bee Champ -- missed on his weekly spelling test all year was "Fedruary" -- he knew how to spell it, he just got his "b" backwards!
.... but that's got nothing to do with the blog, does it?
The family decided to hit the road for Tarifa, only seven miles away on the coast, where Aziz (our Rick Steve's connection) had recommended campsites. We soon learned why. As soon as we got out of Algeciras the countryside got very green, and the spectacular presence of Gibraltar gave way to the thrilling sight of the coastline of north Africa looming across the sparkling water, not very far south. We stopped in one camp and found it too chi-chi ( but Charles knew from research they were all pricey in that area), so we went on down the road a bit and found just what we wanted: Camp Torre de la Pena, a haven for wind- and kite-surfers and Germans in particular, a 40-year-old camp right on the water that was paradise to our SoCal eyes. We quickly picked a site with a view, threw blankets and pillows outside, and enjoyed the view and the sun.
The sun shone, the waves lapped gently on the shore, and we immediately dug it-balm for our beach-starved souls. Nicole and Dian wasted no time exiting the van and staking out spots on the sunny side, while Charles took care of business, and eventually landed in the light. Dinner then a quiet retiring. Life was good!
....February!! (In 2nd Grade, the only word little Charles -- future Spelling Bee Champ -- missed on his weekly spelling test all year was "Fedruary" -- he knew how to spell it, he just got his "b" backwards!
.... but that's got nothing to do with the blog, does it?
The family decided to hit the road for Tarifa, only seven miles away on the coast, where Aziz (our Rick Steve's connection) had recommended campsites. We soon learned why. As soon as we got out of Algeciras the countryside got very green, and the spectacular presence of Gibraltar gave way to the thrilling sight of the coastline of north Africa looming across the sparkling water, not very far south. We stopped in one camp and found it too chi-chi ( but Charles knew from research they were all pricey in that area), so we went on down the road a bit and found just what we wanted: Camp Torre de la Pena, a haven for wind- and kite-surfers and Germans in particular, a 40-year-old camp right on the water that was paradise to our SoCal eyes. We quickly picked a site with a view, threw blankets and pillows outside, and enjoyed the view and the sun.The sun shone, the waves lapped gently on the shore, and we immediately dug it-balm for our beach-starved souls. Nicole and Dian wasted no time exiting the van and staking out spots on the sunny side, while Charles took care of business, and eventually landed in the light. Dinner then a quiet retiring. Life was good!
I coulda been a contenndar...oops I mean contender.
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