Advent, Advent, the sun is burning ...

Through the Sierra de las Nieves and the rain it goes down to Marbella. We did not choose the campsite in Cabopino by chance. My brother's girlfriend arranged a meeting with her sister and husband there. So we got to know Sylvia and Arthur, who have been overwintering there for 5 years and adopted us for 7 days. Both of them let us benefit from their local knowledge and provided us with dry and warm evenings in their awning for variety. We spent beautiful, shared hours with delicious food, good red wine, some exciting stories and lost games. The World Cup games were also followed and commented on here - more or less passionately. Thank you both!!!

So it also happened that we drove to Marbella and were pleasantly surprised by the small streets and the nice shops. The days in Cabopino itself were rather quiet. We walked along the beach and inland, fixed our bikes again and went to the campsite's swimming pool. You can participate in a varied program every day, if you want - from Pilates to a Spanish course to a darts evening or a visit to the pizzeria. There is a lot on offer. Who cares if the sun doesn't shine for a change. Spending the winter in Spain ... we will definitely think about it sometime. ;-)

Oh yes ... when the sun doesn't shine ... well, then ... it gets cooler here too. Because when it disappears at 6 p.m., it also takes the summerly 20°C with it, and if it doesn't come out at all, a warm jacket and thick socks are my favorites. Suddenly it starts raining cats and dogs and then the 'little' Vito becomes our whole living space, from the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom ... Then I quickly miss the movement. Nothing wants to dry properly anymore and my back hurts from lying down. The trip to the toilet is squeezed until my eyes water, but in this rain, you don't want to chase a dog in front of a car. And suddenly the sun bursts back in as if nothing had happened. Tables and chairs are quickly hauled out, coffee is brewed, jackets are thrown off and the Spanish winter is enjoyed. The prospect of a permanent home settles over my shoulders like a comforting blanket.