Hot Orange Action

Sometimes life in a motorhome in Spain is drab. Due to the fluffy one still suffering from the flu it has been hard to travel far so we spent a couple of days by the beach in Porto Grau - nice - then one day on a patch of dirt in Moncofa surrounded by derelict buildings that presumably succumbed to the crash of 2008 - not so nice.

Hmm, orange flavoured wee...nice

Juicy orange balls

With a mini spring in his step after his chill out period we were able to drive a bit further and surround ourselves with orange groves in the hinterland south of Valencia. Our nimble fingers were drawn to the vibrant fruit and several juicy balls were plucked for our own oral excitement. Naughty as it seems to steal fruit from poor landowners, a lot of the fruit had dropped, unpicked, on to the ground and was rotting where it fell so we were just saving it from an unpleasant destiny. Let me say that there are few things quite as satisfying as chomping on a freshly picked sweet ripe orange/mandarine.

Great colour

In Simat de la Valldigna we found the last remaining mosque of the Arab era in Valencia tucked away in the groves. The monastery had closed for the year on the day we arrived so we could not go in and check it out but got some shots of the exterior.

Monastery walls

Mosque now a hermitage chapel

Currently we are in Paraiso Aire in Calpe. We like to drop in here for seafood by the harbour and, hoorah, to get some washing done. My towels are, once again, fragrant and soft, just as they should be.
Tomorrow we head back inland. The weather has taken a turn for the cloudy and cold so we seek the sun.