We arrived at Alicante in the early evening and were collected by Royal Parking who took us to pick up the van. All well so far. We then drove the 6 km to the aire at Santa Pola, where we had paid for the night in advance, and advised the patron of our late arrival. He was so not expecting us! He said we should have arrived by 11am and he had given our pitch to someone else. What a great end to a long day travelling – not! However, I managed to remind him of our previous arrangement and the fact I had paid in advance, and he found us a spot and some electric. He then thought we were staying for a few days, even though I had advised him it was for one night only. Something got lost in our Spanglish conversation I think. The next day we parted on good terms, so all was well.
I have come to realise that it is possible to be lulled into thinking that people speak our language more fluently than is the case. Like me speaking German or French, it is possible to hold a basic conversation, but anything more complex can become confused. It gives me hope, as I always feel bad that I have misunderstood people speaking to me in their own language. Having said that, I am definitely incapable of understanding Dutch or the Scandinavian languages.
As a precaution against having nowhere to stay, before we left Spain for Christmas, I had booked a few days on a campsite in Pinoso. We arrived at El Tranquillo after lunch and were welcomed by the British owners. The site has lovely views of the countryside around and we also had some nice sunny weather. As it is in the mountains, it was a tad chilly at night, but certainly lived up to it’s name. We saw the New Year in here, and a lively evening was spent in the little restaurant on site.
The next stop was to be at Marjal, Guardemar and I had also booked the site there, knowing that they were likely to get full around 3 Kings time. We arrived there to find they had tried to phone me earlier to advise there had been a mix up and they did not have a pitch available. They had therefore, booked us into their other site at Crevillent, twenty minutes drive away. We had driven past there on our way to Guardemar! We were very disappointed but decided to make the most of it and duly presented ourselves at Marjal, Costa Blanca. It is a much larger site and not our usual haunt at all. Again, the weather was lovely and the facilities were splendid, so we made the most of it and relaxed in the sun. Whilst there, we had a day out to El Huerto del Cura in Elche.
El Huerto del Cura – National Artistic Garden
We were surprised to find that this garden is in the centre of Elche. We have been to Elche before and visited many of the gardens, but had missed this one. We parked down the road after a circuit of the area produced no car park. At the entrance to the garden there is a series of history boards in Spanish and English. It was an interesting start to our visit.
In Elche “Huerto” means a small or medium plot of land on which palm trees are grown. Each huerto is named after the owner or someone connected with it. This garden is named after local chaplain Jose Castano Sanchez, owner until 1918. The garden has had many famous visitors over the years and throughout the garden, some of the palms are dedicated to them and have labels with names and dates on them.
The most famous tree here is the Imperial Palm which has eight arms. It owes its name to Empress Elisabeth of Austria, who visited the garden in 1894. The palm would usually have children growing from it’s base, but this specimen has them growing from 2m above the ground making a huge vegetable candelabra and is unique.
The garden is not large but has a large number of different palms and succulents as well as a small lake with a variety of waterbirds
We were fortunate to have a sunny day for our visit as it would be quite gloomy on a dull day. It was also very quiet when we visited and we were able to admire the trees and succulents without struggling around crowds. It was a peaceful place to eat our sandwiches and we were joined by a white peacock, who was happy to share our crisps!
We did not visit the Mar Menor last year so I had a look on Search for Sites and found a new campsite right by the beach. It had rave reviews and was cheap, so we were sold. We left the enormous site at Crevillent and drove to Los Alcazares. The campsite is beside an old airfield which is now used by the Spanish version of the Red Arrows. It had it’s noisy times but was mostly very peaceful. The site is not complete yet but the first shower block is open and the restaurant provides a lunchtime delivery service. There is a rather scruffy beach and a boardwalk through a natural area to the promenade that goes all the way along to Los Alcazares. We spent a week here as the sun was shining brightly and it had good facilities and friendly staff. There was a good mix of nationalities which is always appealing.
The Mar Menor is actually a coastal saltwater lagoon separated from the Mediterranean Sea by La Manga (the sleeve), a sandbar 22 km long. It has ecolological importance and is preserved as a natural park.
This was a lovely spot to spend a few days with walks for me and relaxing sun for Clyde. However, once again, we decided to move on and headed to Puerto de Mazarron.