
The Morning We Didn’t Rush Off (Mérida to Zafra)
We were nearly gone. Bags packed, fridge humming again in the van, Mary wearing her
We left Hull, bought a campervan, and headed for Spain.
What began as a simple road trip has turned into a slow journey through Spain and Portugal, taking in historic cities, small towns, coastal roads, unexpected campsites, and the occasional wrong turn.
Camp España is our travel diary from the road. The latest entries from our journey are below.

We were nearly gone. Bags packed, fridge humming again in the van, Mary wearing her

We slept like we’d been tranquilised. Shutters half shut, fan ticking, no clinking from the

We got to Mérida just after 8pm, which for Spain is still the middle of

We pulled off near Trujillo because the toilet was full, the fridge was making a

We didn’t exactly rush out of Porto. The van stayed put until the sun had

We stayed in Porto after the sun went down. No rush to get back to

We’d left Viana do Castelo late, hugging the coast where we could. Porto didn’t welcome

We slid into Portugal like we were sneaking out of a party we never got

We didn’t walk the Camino. Let’s get that out of the way upfront, before the