“It's a thing to see when a boy comes home.” ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath. Albir
Nearly in our old spot
So here we are back at Camping Cap Blanch. Two years later. I have been really looking forward to it and then we got here I pretended I didn't remember it. There were lots of people still here from our first visit. The first day I pretended I didn't know them. Mama and I had our hair cuts and then we went for lunch. We had the most delicious osso bucco we have ever eaten. In fact I had never eaten one before but I ate most of this one.
Osso oh osso
We went into Bendyworm to look for an appartment for January and it was a glorious day. Even Mama thought it was beautiful - something she thought she would never say about Bendyworm.
I even went in the sea and Mama said she would have too if she had brought her swimmers.
There were all kinds of Christmas markets on. We went to one in Altea and I had a ride on a donkey who was the leader of the pack and led all the other donkeys up the street.
Man in a Hat
And then we went back to Altea and there was a big rain storm and a rainbow and I could see both ends of it.
And now my favourite part of the day is leaving and entering the campsite. Mama calls it my walk of fame. People come out to say hello and wave and give me presents. I now have a collection of a Santa Claus in a snowy ball, a statue of Stan Laurel, 2 pig piggy banks, a plastic cat cup with a bendy straw and a water jug. My cup overfloweth.