After one smooth crossing I can recommend the Portsmouth to Santander ferry as an easy, relaxing way from the productive North to the relaxed South of Europe. Given the number of coach tripping pensioners on board the voyage even made me feel young again by comparison. Whether would be as enthusiastic after a rough crossing is moot.
I arrived at 1815 yesterday afternoon and made my way to a nearby hotel to rest up before the real driving started. I shall decline to form a view of Spanish food on last night’s fare but it nourished and was comfortably digested.
I set off early to drive to Vitoria so that I could follow a road suggested by a travel blog from there to Logroño through the vines of Rioja country. As my ultimate Spanish destination is a winery in the Priorat region this seemed a good preparation. It was good to get off the autovia and drive a winding two lane blacktop through forested hills and vined valleys.
My rest stop tonight is in Zaragoza — if I can find it. It’s a new hotel in a new district and is unknown to Speranza’s satnav. As Spanish is not one of my languages, asking directions is more than usually unlikely (and what male likes asking anyway). Best keep the iPhone charged so Mr Google can guide if necessary.