Europe: Cycling Home

I’m at the beach. Waves are violently crashing down on the rocky beach and taking down a bunch of pebbles every time they retract. The sun is setting, I am sipping a tea that I just prepared on my cooking stove. I found myself an absolute gem of a camping spot. Just off the road. A rocky path was going down to the beach and half-way there was a leveled picknick spot, perfectly hidden by some trees, with a bench and a table. I smirked when I found it. Just perfect. It’s too easy to find these perfect camping spots here in Spain. Everything is just so nice here, all the grass fields mowed, the streets clean, the flower perks watered. There are picknick spots and toilets everywhere and at the beach even showers.

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