Moving On

Brrrrrr

 The weather has been really cold here the last few days.  My lovely aunties arrived from France and took the sunshine away with them to Seville.  Mama wants to hit the road again.  I am sad to be leaving.  I liked it here.  Mama says we need to find a campsite with a heated swimming pool as I love swimming and she is fed up with cycling to the one here which is miles away.
Anyway last week we went to Alfaz del Pi and there was a fiesta going on.  Mama said it might have been a Saint Valentine's celebration.  I got so excited with the marching children that I ran right along and joined in.  Mama said she had never seen so many Kinder Egg and Nutella costumes.  And me of course.  I marched to the front.

Me and my carnival

 The other evening, we were coming back from the playground in the dark when the man from the ironmongers ran out.  He said he had been watching for us all day.  He said in his country Valentine's day is about love between friends and that he loves me and he gave me a bag with a present in it.  Mama asked where he was from and he said Columbia and showed us photos of his son who he said looked just like me when he was little.  Mama embarrassed me by starting to cry.  I made her go.
Anyway, in the bag was a hat and a pair of gloves.  I think this is because Mama makes me wear socks on my hands and the man must have felt sorry for me.

Me and my Hat

We are going to be heading South next week.  We are going down the coast through Mazzarron and onto Malaga to see my Aunty Jayne and Aunty Ping.  We might then go to Estapona to see my Aunty Zoe and then try and find somewhere to stay for another 6 weeks so that my Uncle Lollo and Granddad Geoffers can come and visit.  I keep singing my Uncle Lollo is coming soon to my Fire truck song.