Can't Believe I'm Camping

Have always found it strange that folk think it's fun to leave all home comforts and live by choice with your bathroom a walk through the dirt away, thin walls and a bedroom you can't stand up in... Maybe it's because I grew up in the Amazon forest, in not dissimilar conditions.

Anyway, here we are in Isla Cristina, on the Spanish Costa del Luz, because the Padre has never been camping and wanted to see what it was like. At least it's not raining, and won't be too cold. Mike got our tent from his parents, for his 21st birthday... a good amount of duct tape is holding it together.

Gratefuls:
- having a laugh with friends
- safe driving here
- that we have a tent, bathrooms, and a mattress!

Wifi is awful, no commenting tonight...