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Cordoba, Spain - a precious gem.

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You know how names or aromas can muster memories of childhood...or BOTH!  Cordoba has done that for me. As a very small child my family moved to Cordova, Tennessee.  It was a town, not a city, unblemished in any way, and lost in time.  It boasted a tiny, timber General Store and a wooden, even smaller post office.  I remember these dark, interesting places where adults gathered and sourced the latest news and gossip.  Pipe and cigar smoke always wafted through the air.  If my Mom or Dad asked me to go with them, I was eager, but I never spoke with anyone - only observed.   (Interuption:  As I am typing this morning and THE only guest in restaurant...a very  kind, young, Spanish gentleman made a lovely Americano coffeee for me and helped me to get Wi-Fi set up, too.  No English...we spoke with smiles.  IN ANY EVENT, he is setting tables for a large gathering and turned on the music and is now SINGING at the top of his lungs,...

Leaving Moncarapacho, Portugal behind, Cordoba, Spain here we come!

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Ola!  Chez Eugene Roland, Route 6League 6 is still one of THE most (wonderfully) weird campgrounds we have ever encountered.  Another wild storm made its mark last night.  Love the rain splattering against Mr. Horace's roof, but the huge, strong, unyielding winds scare the WITS out of me.  Left yesterday morning...landed in Cordoba, Spain.  Tinto and I have had no Wi-Fi and there is a LOT to say about this wonderful space in which we arrived yesterday.  In the meantime, we will leave you with a few photos of Route 66!  Map of the campsite...  Hand-made sign, no doubt!!! Leave any space better than you found it.  I inserted our Christmas flowers in base of tree and...look...someone already planted a cactus!  Ha!  Who knows??? Visitors to Australia.  Warning:  Do NOT say this word or you will be considered NAUGHTY!     Why, oh why does the chicken  DO this? CORDOBA, we have landed...

Boxing Day - Muncarapacho, Portugal...

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Tinto and I returned to the scene of the first bit of madness in Portugal - Route 66 Campground. Doves pull at my heartstrings whenever they appear.  Yes, keep reading - outside passenger window!  'On WHICH Day of Christmas?'  Haaaa!  Mr. Sheep in front of Mr. Horace; much larger than he looks!   Announcement made this morning - a ewe gave birth to one black baby and one white.  I will do my best to capture precious, new beings.  Wonderful news for the  ALMOST New Year!   Read below:  Which couple could this be? Our most talented and handsome singer! And...hmmmm, which couple could  they be? We are watching a guest who simply cannot manage to NOT dance.  My nice, sweet conservative dinner mate gave Tinto Rabbit Ears!!! And, NO...you would never guess whom this couple might be.  Continue reading!   Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah!  We hope your ...

Review: Camping Olhao, Portugal

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Enormous. GRAND, splendid home (fenced) right in the centre of the grounds.  I was in awe of this home, but unable to get close enough to take pics.  Tinto and I did wonder if the entire campground used to be former gardens to such a huge home.  ???  At least 500 or more pitches, vast amount of permanent residents.  Many Brits spend 6 months of their year here.  Newsagent, CIGARS (for Christmas!), small market, cafe, wonderful restaurant where you can meet people any time of the day if you like.  I only saw one young boy entire time there.  This felt like a retirement village, but we spent most days in town.  The grounds are so expansive, when/if Reception needs you they ring a bell over a loudspeaker and your named is called.  Whaaaat? Yes, true. Facilities clean as a whistle.  The entire site neat and owners are firm believers in recycling.  Assorted bins everywhere and we respect that.  The majority of campsites in Sp...

OLA from Olhao, Portugal...

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'Whew'..we are currently living in a campground that looks and feels like a small town.  There are at least 500 pitches, possibly more, but that subject is for later.  I am about to inundate you with lively, coloured pics from a sweet, coastside town named Olhao, (pronounced 'Oohlyow')...DELIGHTFUL corner on our planet Earth:  The beginning...our arrival in Olhao, Port.  Fresh, crisp, bright day with precious little boats.  Love older boats...  Good Morning!  A REALLY GOOD morning!  Ha!!!  Hendrix - all good.  Love Sara.  Fatima...  Tinto wanted to sit on the beach.  Now...simply take the same tour we took of town centre.  See below!  Enjoy the colours AND the  sweet views...  Tiles, tiles, everywhere TILES...  Another new mate.  Tinto's eye candy.  The boat in daytime with a kazillion lights attached.  What?  Tia...