Farewell orange houses with terracotta roofs. Hello white houses...with terracotta roofs.
Our early getaway isn't as early as we would have liked. We packed up Louis and head in the opposite direction for Cascada de Calamadre, a waterfall about 15km from Albarracin. The waterfall, at which you can get close enough to feel the water droplets, was a welcome change after such dry landscape. We walked around for a bit, tried to photograph the rainbows behind the water with average success, and it was back to Louis. Rather than drive back through Albarracin and along the same road we drove in on and drove to Teruel on, we decide to keep going and hook abck around later. Unfortunately this detour took a little longer than expected. Mum and Kim had hoped to be in Peniscola to watch the tour in the afternoon, but it was not to be.
Instead we drove though some different landscape yet again. And several signs warning of deer, although I never did see one. And I was looking! We stop at a supermarcado for bread and ham (Mariah Carey's Hero is playing in the store), but fill up on biscuits and chips and ice cream so no one wants a sandwich. We drive along windy roads and then out of no where come across someone's vegie patch. A few more kilometres down the road there is a small village. And more vegie patches on the way out.
There's a sprinkle of rain as we near the coast, which is expected given the dark clouds ahead of us. Soon the landscape changes again. This time to orange trees. I only see one or two pieces of fruit on the trees. It's a good thing we are driving otherwise they too would have ended up in Dad's pocket. We spy the sea in the distance but still have a while to drive up the Coast. We eventually turn off. We are quite close before Kim sees the humour in the town we are staying at. Peniscola. Don't get it? Break the name in two.
We check in at our hotel just in time to watch the last 11km of le tour in the hotel bar. We unpack, settle in and then walk to the beach, which is about 1km down the road. Despite the late hour and fading sun, there are still plenty of people enjoying both the sand and water. It isn't very deep...people out quite a way are still only up to their waists in the Mediterranean sea. Kim picks a place for dinner. Despite it being quite late for us (after 8pm) we are still the first customers. We have this problem every where we go. Most places don't even open for dinner until 8pm. No matter how late we leave it, we are always eating early compared to the Spanish. Tonight after dinner and dessert, a walk across to a small fair by the water and back into town, we still pass people just about to dig into their main courses. And we're heading home to bed.
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