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Published: September 5th 2013
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Haro
An advert for all the local Rioja wine Our stop for the night was Camping Haro in the town of the same name. The area is famous for Rioca wine. Visits to a bodega are the main things that people come to Haro and we hoped to purchase some of it as our wine supply was getting a little low. Bring on some of that red stuff.
The Site was quite big but friendly. Reception was open and it looked as if the English Camping and Caravan club used it regularly for rallies. The cost was 16 euros a night as it is an ACSI site. We had a choice of a few large areas to park and picked one that was what we thought would be fairly shady. There were tall trees behind us which prevented Kathrein from even trying to pick up a satellite signal. We sat for a while as the temperature rose higher and higher. The swimming pool beckoned as it was refreshing to swim up and down for half an hour keeping the sun off. There was no shop on site but a restaurant that offered the dish of the day – the menu del dia at 10 euros.
Haro
The church There seemed a good selection of starters, main courses and puddings but the evening service did not begin until 8 o’clock and we are more early eaters.
Our plot was defined by waxy eucalyptus type hedging and our first and only neighbours early on a Spanish grandfather, grandmother and grandchild. However as the day went on we were joined by an English Motorhomer and an English caravanner and finally a French Motorhomer. None of whom we struck up a conversation sadly. The shower blocks were clean and modern and probably the best we have been on so far this holiday. We used our tablecloth weighted down with bulldog clips for the first time this holiday. Funny how a tablecloth can make you feel more at home. All we need now is the pot plant which all Dutch motorhomers use to adorn their tables.
We walked up to Haro which was only 500metres away uphill from the campsite. The area around the campsite seemed very down at heel as did the town itself. The church was impressive with its bells ringing out on the hour. The main square had a number of restaurants and tapas bars but nothing
He gets everywhere.
You can't keep a good sheep down opened until 9 pm when the town centre might just come to life. The squares dont have the appeal of french squares nor even italian ones. They seemed devoid of life. Perhaps if we had been here on the 8
th September it would have been lively as some Saint was being venerated and there was to be a festival however tonight the town was dead apart from a few old men sitting in the square talking and smoking. As seems usual in the south of Europe there were no women with them. The bandstand was empty and it seemed a sad place. So much to offer with the wine bodegas but it needed an injection of cash to make it look smart. Looking around Spain I feel that the locals eat late in the day making their lunch last until 3 and that is why they eat late in the evening or would night be a better description. We began to think that the recession has hit Spain badly as there seemed little life anytime.
Highlights of the day – watching the pilgrims walking the Carmino del Santiago with their shells around their neck. At one stage there were literally hundreds of them and the weather which is HOT, HOT steaming HOT. The tan is coming along nicely.
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