The weather continued to be cool and damp as we made our way South. We visited a very pretty medieval village called Peratallada:
Continuing South, we skirted round Barcelona and visited the monastery at Montserrat. I’d been here once before about ten years ago but it was Mark’s first visit. Mark was very well behaved in the church having seen all the “Silence, this is a place of prayer” signs as we entered, right up until the point where he saw a lady having her picture taken in front of a statue. “cor, I wouldn’t stand that close to St George if I were her” he was heard to mutter……
We then headed to the Ebro Delta, which is a rice-growing region and supposedly full of birdlife. The Ecomuseum was a bargain at 2 Euros each, with displays on the delta, planted areas showing all the different local crops, and even a small aquarium. We drove around to various viewpoints and saw some birds, but not the numbers /variety that Mark had been hoping for.
Leaving the Ebro Delta we had a long day’s drive when we failed to find 3 aires that existed according to our book but didn’t seem to be there on the ground. We finally arrived at an Aire at Santa Pola south of Alicante where next morning, miracle of miracles, the Sun came out!