From Malaga and the Mediterranean sea to Mundaka on the Atlantic. Eleven+ hours of driving and a few nights were between us and a predicted monster swell.
Seasons changed against a dramatic backdrop of endlessly evolving scenery. On the road we passed alluring valleys of every kind. Valleys of trees and giants boulders, pastel cities then onto postcard sandy lake towns.
We left Malaga and its lush green trees, stopped in Toledo with its autumnal leaves and then, passed through Valliddolid where all leaves had long fallen to the ground.
Toledo, once the magnificent fortified capital of Spain, had plenty of historical offering. Sword shops are big news, there were five consecutive escalators to get up to the walled city!
Since leaving Malaga the temperature kept dropping, mornings reached a low of -1'c. We wore jumpers in bed, woke up to frozen condensation and a liquified gas stove. Brrrr
We had a few bad sleeps in the middle of nowhere. One was freezing, one was sketchy and to end it all there was a car park prostitute encounter! 😳 We didn't stay anywhere long, beckoning us on was the beloved Basque Country.