Ok......So the first few days in Spain have thrown pretty much every challenge possible, and not in a good way! The boat was delayed by 4 hours due to the server storm that followed us for the whole crossing. You know a storm is bad when they are bungie cording the tables and chairs together to stop the flying across the floor! I spent the whole 30 hours in the cabin and even Tim who says sea sickness is all in your head requested a sickness tablet and sent an awful lot of time out side where he "could get some air". The children where ok for most of it and watched a lot of films. On arriving at 11pm we had to get to the campsite before the cut off dead line for the gate at 12. This meant me getting straight into the car and driving on the wrong side of the road, in the dark and pouring rain after 30 hours of being sick to beat the deadline of an hour to site. We made it with 15 minutes to spare! We loaded the kids into bed and passed out.

Day one...Monday.

We woke to yet more pouring rain and the knowledge that we had a lot more driving a head. Or at least we thought. We headed out of site at 10am and got on the road, only for the car to break down within 2 hours. We found our selves on the side of the Spanish AP-68 in very attractive hi vis jackets...We looked great!

So there we were being towed after much bad Spanish on my part and a lot of hand signals to the nearest campsite. Just out side Vitoria Gasteiz.

So we make it to a camp site where (Thank God!) there is a really nice guy who speaks great English. We are told that all the garages will be closed as it is a fiesta. So there is nothing we can do today and we wait until tomorrow. 

Day two... Tuesday.

We wake up and with the very nice guy make several call to organise getting to car towed to the garage to be fixed. They arrive an hour later only for the guy who is driving the tow truck to reverse into the back of our car! Now it nears a new gear box and a new rear wind screen and bonnet.... and breath. 

At this point we all laugh hysterically as it is this or suicide. Now I find my self sat in a campsite we were never meant to be in with a car that is a wreck on several different fronts and a husband who is supposed to be flying home tomorrow from an air port six hours away from here still having gotten nowhere... 

Having said that, the sun is shining today and it is very beautiful where we are. I feel we are definitely being taught a lesson about not being in control and that we never actually know what will happen next....Life is in charge, not us! So we wait...for the garage to call and say how long we will be here for and from there we can plan around Tims supposed departure. Seems I may have a whole new set of challenges to rise to in the next few days. Well other then it pouring with rain, not much else can go wrong.....(I'm touching wood as I say that) And if it does, that's life!

I will up date as, when, or if we ever leave here. Maybe this is it...Three months here then back on the boat. Who know's. We wanted an adventure and we sure as hell are getting one. Sending a hug to all. Tune in for the next episode of the Burgess Spanish saga. Which hopefully will have improved some what. If not a flight home may be in order! Hahahaha.