Campsites,Spain

We camped a couple of miles north of Madrid and found many people camping for the entire winter. Looking toward Madrid this morning we saw a blanket of smog, a smoggy mess, like we have seen in Los Angeles many days. We could see snow capped mountains in the distance. Drove into Madrid and took the opportunity to look around the city. What appears to be the main office and department store area in Madrid, was quite nice, but when we get out of downtown a little way there is trash, etc., and it looks like no one cares.

Found a campsite when we got to Toledo, then visited the old town. We drove down a street into a small plaza and found several narrow one-way streets came into the area, but only one went out. The sign said this Toledo street is two meters wide, building to building, not curb to curb. The Dodge is two meters plus mirrors. We made it, with an inch to spare.

We stopped at a gas station in Seville, and asked for directions to the campground. I found it amazing that a man who spoke no English could make a few notations on a piece of paper, and I could understand those directions, and they would be so accurate. We got to the Seville campsite about 10:00 PM, and were happy to get to bed. We awoke the next morning in a lovely campground with flowers and the smell of orange blossoms in the air — no hotel could match that.

We could look out the window of the camper and see the Rock of Gibraltar, and we doubt any hotel in Algeciras could match that view. The campsite had palm fronds spread on top of some wires so we would have shade to park under, but it isn’t very hot today.

The road to Totana was rough, the traffic was a mess, but we arrived at a campsite about 7:30. The man who ran the place wanted it kept clean. There were signs all over the place reminding people to take care of the Totana campsite. It was great to see he cared. When we left in the morning, for many miles we found ourselves in the midst of a long, long Spanish Army vehicle convoy. No fun!

We drove around Barcelona, but it was difficult to find the campsite. According to the map and the directions we received, it seemed it would be easy, but the one-way streets in Barcelona all ran the wrong direction that day. We left the camper in the campsite, and spent two nights in a hotel in Palma, Majorca.