Happy Days

'nuff said.

At a campsite tonight, by the side of a turquoise lake in the Pyrenees.

Less beautiful driving today, much Autovia, urban and industrial areas but still some striking scenery. Saw many vultures, learned a new collective noun (a kettle of vultures), and brushed up on our Tudor history (trying to establish whether Catherine of Aragon ever set foot in Aragon at all). The final leg of the journey was wonderful, passing through a flight of ten tunnels. If some of the photos turned out well I will put them up on Facebook.

Tables and chairs out, swimming under consideration, a nice lazy and late Spanish lunch around 3:30 pm should do us nicely and the restaurant remains open throughout September.

What a find!