Embalse de Santa TeresaApril 6 in Spain
After a two night stopover we wanted to make headway, so stuck to the motorway. Following the heat of yesterday it came as a surprise to find that we were approaching a set of snowy mountains!
With the Sierra de Gredos never far from sight we stopped in the town of Béjar for lunch. Time was getting on so we chose the first place that looked like it served food- an American themed bar called Boulevard 63. There was definite panic in the bar tender's face when we asked for something 'sin carne' (without meat) for Vicky. She ended up sampling a regional dish of Gulas. We spent more time trying to find out what it was online, than we did eating it, so we'll save you the bother and tell you. Gulas are the Spanish equivalent of crab sticks; shredded fish designed to look like the traditional delicacy of Angulas or Elvers (baby eels sometimes refered to as the caviar of Northern Spain), whose stocks are now suffering due to their popularity. These were served on garlic bread with another plate of olives and gherkins, while Will had a mini hamburger and hotdog. Along with 2 'cerveca sin alcohol' (alcohol free beers) the bill came to €5.60. We really should eat out more often!
Picking up a couple of pastries from the panaderia we drove on to find a supermarket. Inside the Mercadona Vicky was surprised to see fridge compartments full of shrink wrapped suckling piglets. It's just not something you see in the UK.
After a drive out through the countryside and farmlands we entered a village overlooking a reservoir that we'd planned to stay at. We found half the houses were inhabited and in a normal state of repair, but the others were broken shells of old stone, as if at some point in the past there had been a massive depopulation and the abandoned homes had been left to ruin. It was quiet and the town hall had a car park from where you could see the water around the side of another building. It would have been fine to stay at, but seeing all the countryside around us we wanted something more rural, so looked again at the satelite images on Park4Night and skirted round the reservoir to a grassy waterside car park. There was a large area to choose from and when we finally found the perfect spot, levelled the van using chocks and let Poppy straight out the door and off lead, we knew we'd done well to move on.
The scenery was pretty in the sunshine but the wind had an icy bite to it, so we admired it from within the comfort of the van. We were woken the following morning by the call of a cuckoo and the soft patter of rain on the roof. The wet ground caused our tyres to spin and we had to choose our route off the grass carefully for fear of getting stuck, but it all worked out well and we felt very thankful to have been able to stay in such a lovely place.Read more