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Now it's packing and unpacking, moving and losing more belongings. Meeting more people and saying more goodbyes.

The train trip from Valenica to Alicante is beautiful. Thousands of orange trees start the journey. Tiny villages that simply ooze Spain. Then there's Alicante with its beautiful beach and alluring ancient castle on the hill. We climb to the top and stand at an old watchtower overlooking the Mediterranean sea. The castle stood the test of time until the mid 1800s. Not that long ago really.

It's icy cold at night and after the bike ride in Valencia - where in my oversized sunglasses, thin wool jumper and apricot shawl I was stylishly underprepared for the rain – I am now coughing and spluttering and rugged up in bed for the best part of my stay in Alicante.

I make it to the beach and in two pairs of stockings, boots, a jumper, jacket and beanie I roll a towel out on the beach and catch a moment of Spanish sun.

Dosed up on pseudoephedrine and I'm on my way to Granada.