Day No. 128 - Expulsion at Camping La Rosaleda

Torgit: The weather forecast promises 14 degrees and clouds. The perfect weather for the gym. If you are already on a campsite, you should also use the animation program. Unfortunately we missed the massages yesterday. The lady always comes on Thursdays, but we only read that last night in the facebook group "Wintering in Spain and Portugal". It is always said facebook would be out, but I always find valuable information there. - At least for Best Ager, like me. - Marc calls that silverback. 😉

I look around the gym and get my bearings. What equipment is there, what can I train with it? Compared to our Neptun in Cologne, I feel like I've gone back 20 years, to 1980 - Marc remarks: "When Torgit thinks back twenty years, she's in the eighties. - Just as there is a perceived temperature, there is a perceived time for Torgit" - I don't remember ever seeing equipment with open chains, and certainly not rusty dumbbells.

I started bodybuilding in 1995 at the Godesberger FitnessCenter and worked out at least 6 days a week. Iron bent or classes like Pump and StepAerobics. When I moved to Elisabethstraße, I switched to Health City. What a luxury to have a gym within walking distance. Iron turned into yoga, as you get older. In Cologne, we signed up at Neptun and I felt like I was in another world. The young trainers made it clear to me in a very charming way that people train differently today. Somehow I felt old but flattered. - Marc misses the sauna area of the Neptunbad from time to time. - "How from time to time? All the time!"

Here at Rosaleda Gym, I feel transported back to the good old days of iron bending, and I get a little nostalgic. It was quite a time back then. I had a lot of fun with the girls, first pumping in the gym and then in the sauna. What my hands looked like back then: long pink, fake fingernails and calluses from the dumbbells. Despite the little sponges with which we gripped dumbbells. It's fun to train again on very simple equipment and dumbbells and somehow my hands smell like before.

On the way from the gym to the van, I notice once again how regimented life is on a campground. The sign at the entrance is just one example. There are one-way streets, for example, and everyone obeys them. At least almost all, except Marc of course. 

Today is market day in Conil, so I stop by. It is a gypsy market, or how is it called so beautiful: Plutemaat. Shoes like Converse for 15,- or underwear from Calvin Klein, oh no Ghlain Kain, 3 pieces for 5,-. Things that the world does not need. I shoot at Mercadona still a few sausages & Co and look forward to the barbecue. 

Actually, we wanted, we should stay until tomorrow. - Everything was already prepared for the barbecue. - But there it was again, that little word actually. - So it came as it had to come. Suddenly a golf cart drove up. - The Englishmen, which should come actually only tomorrow, come so completely unigentlich now. We would have to clear the place! We were kindly offered an alternative. We look at each other and the decision is made, if we already have to pack, then we look for a new accommodation today. We pack up and realize we are still in training. When the English arrive 30 minutes later, most of the stuff is already packed. - Five minutes later the place is cleared, ten minutes later the water tanks are filled and ten minutes later I am freshly showered. To get used to it, I took another cold shower. Whereby I could have saved myself that, if I had looked before whether the shower is on "green". But it was on "red", which means nothing else, that the next five minutes only cold water comes. - We quickly say goodbye to Susanne and her husband. The Swabian couple not only helped us with tips and tricks, gave Torgit a tour of the course, but were simply cordial and nice. - Small acquaintances that always delight us on the road. - Thank you!

Park4Night recommends us a possibility to stand near the coast. But there are directly two warnings. One refers to nightly visits of the Guardia Civil, the other to cracked vehicles. Both are not optimal, but we want to see for ourselves. So we set off in the direction of Puerto de Conil. - As we pass the harbor there is an anchor graveyard on our left. This is exactly how I imagined an anchor graveyard. Hundreds of anchors are stored here, including a small ship graveyard, directly at a small river, the Rio Roche. When I look at the opposite terrain, I think that there must be a place for the night. We turn around and drive back into the forest. About five hundred meters further on we find a forest road that leads slightly downhill to the Rio Roche. We find a nice spot right on the water. We are curious if we will have a quiet night. The place is beautiful in any case. If it stays like this, I already know where I will bathe tomorrow before the shower.

Insight of the day: A sending-off does not necessarily have to be negative.