Wednesday October 10 Prats-de-Mollo, France

Back in France

Sorry, no blog yesterday but really we did very little after torrential rain overnight. In the morning people were out drying out awnings and furniture. The forecast predicted more rain but luckily it stayed away and we were able to sit outside and just relax and spend time with Conny and Hitten. It was a great laid back day, and by the time we went to bed we could hear thunder in the south and then it got closer and overnight we had a real thunderstorm and a lot of rain but thankfully not as much as they got in the Costa del Sol.
This morning it rained off and on. After I used the camp laundry and got the washing done, which turned into a bit of a mission as the drier kept cutting out, we left camp about midday, and it was still raining. Hitten had seen the forecast for the Pyrenees which was much better thankfully. After a stop at the supermarket we followed guide Hitten on a road that they have been on before and recommended. On the map it showed it as a rather minor road, but it was a great drive, wide enough and stunning scenery especially as the rain cleared. We turned off just past Figueres and headed west and crossed the border into France. A lunch stop on the way was in among the cork trees, all looking very dark after the rain. The mist was hanging down over the mountains giving them a real “Lord of the Rings” feel.
We joined a more major road and wound our way down following a river which was flowing really fast after all the rain, and arrived at a parking area beside the river over looking the walled town of Prats-de-Mollo. As soon as we crossed the border into France we could tell where we were, the houses are so different … and the drivers, zipping around the corners in the little vans often on the wrong side of the road. We had appreciated the Spanish drivers who on the whole were not as aggressive.
Guide Hitten took us for a walk through the town, which was full of colour, flowers in pots and window boxes full of geraniums. We wandered through the very narrow cobbled lanes and into the centre of the village, it was all so picturesque. Tonight the French flag then the Catalonian flag was alternately projected on the stone village wall. Symbols of the Catalonian independence movement are everywhere in this area as well as in the north eastern corner of Spain that we were in. Everywhere there are yellow ribbons on fences and the ribbon symbol is painted on roads, bridges and buildings.
Dinner at the camp, much cooler!

Rainy drive


Catalonian symbols everywhere





Loved these endless stone doors..protection.



Comments

Karla Garrison said…
Thankk you for being you