Motril

We woke up to what felt like a hurricane in our tent. Super high winds, that our tent was leaning into our faces. I thought it might even brake at any moment. Clear skies so we struggled to get to Motril with the high winds against us the whole way. One big hill to get out of Callahonda, then a flat ride into Motril which is a city. Bigger than I thought. The winds chilled out some so Joe busked in the streets while Seth and I checked the city scene out. Felt good to be in a city again. Motril is big but not too big. Just the right size. Lots of shopping, bakeries, walkways, and no graffiti. It was pleasant not to see the city full of graffiti. Most Spanish towns and cities are full of garbage and not good graffiti. People just graffiti their names everywhere and lots of pictures of dick and balls for some reason. The trash scene in Spain is horrible. Trash is everywhere you look. Mostly plastic. Plastic bottles, plastic bags, plastic plates, anything plastic ends up on the ground. It doesn't make sense because every town and city has plastic recycling all over. They have containers for glass and the rest like cans, tinfoil, plastic, milk cartons, go in the other container. You'll have a beautiful neighborhood with a empty lot in between and the space is full of trash. You think the neighbors would keep it clean to make their place look good, but no.
Later on we found a motocross arena to camp in. It was vacant and crazy. It had about 8 different spots outside. All with a DJ area, food area, beer serving spot, and stripper poles. There was 2 arena's and tons of party spots. Definitely looks like it was a fun time when it was up and running. Oh, I can't forget, even a place to drop your kids off at while you go party.
We headed to the Motril market the next morning. We were all super excited to do another market and it was a big blow. Seth and I didn't sell anything and Joe and Chris made the lowest they ever have. Just enough to cover our cafés that we had. The people were all locals and no tourists. Being all locals, I don't think they liked us for they looked at us like tourists in which you got the vibe that they didn't like us even being there. All the people looked depressed and we were there with big smiles. Then I got a flat tire and huge headache. It was one of those mornings. The sun shining with winds picking up. We are headed to Orgiva and rode a freeway for a bit with of course the winds against us.
Our day turned around as we headed into the mountains. To our surprise, it was flat riding, no wind, sun was hot, and breathtaking mountain views all around us. We found a beautiful campsite at a park. First thing, we jumped in the river water to clean ourselves and felt fantastic but freezing.