There is not much to say about today. We were up a little early helped by Europe changing the time and falling back a week earlier than the US. Getting out of the campground became a team effort as we were surrounded by trees and large RV’s that made turning out interesting. At one point I had three spotters helping me with directions being shouted in three languages simultaneously. After a few minutes we managed to extricate François and head down the road.
The drive was just short of 500 kilometers which was about 1/3 of the way to Amsterdam. It was a no truck Sunday, though Spain does not seem to take that prohibition as seriously as other countries. To make up for the lower number of trucks it rained a good part of the day.
When we arrived at the campground there were three other motorhomes lined up at the entrance so I was waiting on the road. As we were sitting I felt a slight bump in the back and noticed a car had backed into us. The young lady came and apologized and we went back to look at the damage. Fortunately there was none on either vehicle so I told her no problem and she left looking relieved.
The campground was busier than I anticipated as it was hosting a dog show. So after we settled in we went down to watch the medal ceremony. It may be a little louder tonight than we anticipated.