The last two days we were in Moncofa, a large free aire on a fairly desolate piece of land. Walking distance to the beach and old town it was ideally located. The drive from Castalla was a wild one with the winds whipping up from what seemed every direction. We were headed to Xativa, which seemed to have this monstrous castle up on the hill. Its seemed to cover at least two hills and the walls could be seen spread out up and down the hillside. The car park we were going to stay in seemed to be busy with kids weekend sport so, so we decided to move on to Moncofa but not before we spotted a cheap place for diesel at €1.07 a litre. Moncofa was a busy little place plenty of motorhomes coming in and out. Which was surprising as the wind was crazy and everyone was jostling for a place sheltered by others. The next morning it was like a mass exodus after a rocky night. We decided to stay another day and explore the town as we had found the beach that day. The old town was really a square and we struggled to find the history, apparently there was old town walls buried in a glass counter in a cafe, we didn’t find that. We did find the statue to King James and the church. After a quick brunch at the traditional bakery we headed back. The camper next to us was a young Czech couple with 5 small children. They had an old camper smaller than ours and the kids seemed to be coming out of everywhere. They cycled on their bikes, helping their father carry the water back. Happy to be outdoors, they seem to be loving the experience. This morning we got up early as its Jason’s birthday and moved towards Castellon a 40 min drive north. We arrived to an aire that’s right on the beach, free and close to town and the port. A guy pulled up selling Valencia oranges at €5 for 6kg its a bargain and they are so sweet. A new firm favourite is freshly squeezed orange juice every day. A quick trip into town ended up in a full on 3 course seafood lunch at the marina. It was superb, Paella, Calamares, drinks, coffee and dessert for €15 each. The head waiter was hilarious and loved dogs. We got pictures of his dogs and George became Loco Jorja who gave high fives. The guy loved him, he even got the chef out to show him Zoeys eyes. Spain is fantastic with the dogs they are so accommodating with them when we stop for a meal. It makes us love Spain even more. Tomorrow is laundry day and a visit to the old town is in order. Perhaps a swim at the beach for the dogs and a bit of yoga might start off the day tomorrow.