Day 22. Saturday 29 March.

Another brilliant sky morning in Zamoranos & 3 lovely phone calls ‘home’…so clear, could have been just over the hill! After brekky & coffee, & a load of washing…let’s go for a drive/walk…to the exquisite village of Zuheros & see what’s what. 

Saturday morning the day before a major mountain race event, that’s what (tomorrow 30 March) but we were in luck and snagged a car park – not like the motor home that had been blocked in, and was still so after we left! Some, sympathy, excepting the sign does say ‘passenger vehicles only’.

The village is in the national park Sierras Subbeticas (white houses & caves & bike/walking trails). We judged our level of competence, opting for an oldies ramble around the castle area rather than the mountain goat tracks & found a bustling terrace cafe looking directly over the valley & up at the castle. D asked if anyone spoke English – a young woman was pushed forward so D ordered dos cafes con leche, extra caliente  – she and the staff smiled, and that’s what we got, without the extra. Z is the ‘cyclamen town’…

Then up, up, up to the top view & a picnic lunch…

After lunch, ‘why don’t we just take the road on the noticeboard down to the big lake Iznajar’ (only 60 kms on narrow winding roads, but our little Peugot GT will love it, even if the passenger doesn’t). Plug in the name & away, winding through mountain roads. Yes, arrived at Iznajar late afternoon to find that the early birds of summer had arrived with fabulous campsites,  reminiscent of our alpine lake sites at home – fishing rods were out, kids preparing for some ‘jetty jumping’,umbrellas, camp chairs, wine glasses…The lake also has a sailing club & cafe/bars.

Return to home base via a goat track that had T saying she prefers ‘N’ roads…someone else had had Saturday tasks…

And our own Saturday tasks were complete. 

Tonight – Daylight Saving starts in Spain.

Dinner. Baked potatoes with Jamon and Brie, with a tuna salad.