Greetings from Santa Rita, the smallest village in the entire WORLD! (maybe)
M and I left Seville at about 5am, after the first adventure of Rita's battery dying, and us being stranded approximately... well... 2 minutes from our front door. Insurance companies DO occasionally come in useful however, and one visit from a knight in shining armour and a portable battery later, and we were on our way.
We drove until we hit Ayamonte, the last town in Spain before Portugal, where we parked the van rather cheekily in the car park of a 5 star hotel, and grabbed a 3 hour nap.
The next morning we skipped over the boarder, and drove in silent joy over the whole freedom of the thing. We saw a sign to Santa Rita, and figured it would be rude to just drive past, so we stopped.
Santa Rita is lovely, even if it is about the size of a postage stamp, and the best thing about it is what lies behind it. Keep driving but a few metres, and you find a lovely pine forest nature reserve, complete with deer literally skipping about under your nose, and a breathtaking view of the beaches and sea below.
We spend that night on one of those beaches, Manta Rota, a long, overcrowded stretch of golden sand, but conveniently public-toilet'ed and with dark shaded areas for couples to park up, demolish a bottle of wine and play drunken dominoes late into the night.
A truly wonderful start to our trip!
N Xxx
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