Day 12 did not bring much apart from sun and relaxation. And sangria on the rocks.
Nothing makes my fatherly heart swell with pride as when my daughters immerse themselves in literature, and Anna was - as always - chewing her way through fantasy novel after fantasy novel, and below you can see she found a spot in the light under the lamp post outside our camping lot.
Day 13 was also pretty uneventful. We packed up a lot of our equipment for leaving the site on the next day, and all of a sudden this appeared on the sky:
Our stay in Malgrat de Mar was drawing to an end, and the next day we were going to drive north to France and Carcassonne in Cathar country (Languedoc).