Day 38: Calor como los cajones!!!

Finally tore ourselves away from Mazarron. Really was hard to go. Could have spent the rest of the trip drinking cafe con leche on the
beach there, but we kinda feel like we gotta keep heading south.

Short drive through the arid Spanish country side. We know we are getting south because we saw our first Arabic signs on the highway. We made it to another beach community called Aguadolce. They say that the national park just north of us here is the hottest and driest place in Europe and since the car thermometer read 42 today, I'm not going to argue. The waves are little rougher here than in Mazarron but the wind is still warm and gentle and the sangria is still sweet.

Just set up our tent, took a long walk on the beach and took in a bit of the small town.

Tomorrow: the Andalucia interior

The pic: the view from our sangria perch north along the Sweetwater coast towards the national park.