We only booked two nights in Lloret de Mar, a quick pause partway down the Costa Brava, and it turned into one of the few days we’ve genuinely stopped.
The night before, I’d wandered off on my own and ended up at a little bar right at the quiet end of the beach. A couple of drinks, nobody to bother. Not a bad way to start a stay.
We’re parked just south of the main town, on a campsite tucked back into the woods. On paper it’s enormous, something like ten hectares and over four hundred pitches, but it doesn’t feel it, because the whole thing is nested into a hilly slope under the trees. The facilities are spotless, the kind of immaculate you don’t expect from a site that size.
In the morning we both walked the coast path into Lloret proper, about half an hour along the beach and around the cliffs. The town is a different world to the campsite. Busy, loads of bars and food places, proper Brits-abroad energy, though there’s every nationality going. Not especially cheap, either. We had our homemade sandwiches as usual, wandered the main shopping streets for a look, and strolled back the way we came.
Then we did the thing we almost never do: nothing. Back to our own little beach by the site, a good swim, and a couple of hours of sitting still. It sounds like the least remarkable thing in the world, and it was easily the best part of the day.
The plan was to hit the pool later. The plan did not survive the jobs list. We emptied the grey waste ready to head for a motorhome workshop just outside Barcelona in the morning, booked in to sort the hydraulic levellers and some electrics. Then showers, cleaned the motorhome out, did the washing up, and somewhere in all that it was suddenly half seven and we were done.
That’s the bit that never makes the highlight reel. For all the beaches and coast paths, a lot of this life is chores, logistics, and quietly hoping everything keeps working. Tomorrow’s the big one on the electrics: pulling the old habitation battery and a booster, and rewiring things so our Fogstar lithium runs the full 12-volt system properly. Fingers crossed it all behaves once it’s done. We’ll see.
Lloret felt different to everywhere we’ve been so far, and I suspect that’s the shape of things now. As we head further south we reckon we’ll find busier places, busier resorts, and hotter days. And that’s fine by us. For a couple of nights though, this was a rare, easy stop, and we’ll take it.