Today was one of those rare days when there are no castles, no ruins, no epic viewpoints, but still, a lot happens. When we woke up, the world had disappeared. Everything was enveloped in a thick fog, the kind that soaks your snout without warning, and the cold was damp and treacherous. I poked my nose out the door for a second and decided no, today was not a day for early heroics. My dad thought the same, so we spent the morning quietly inside the camper, warm and with a Sunday vibe, even though it wasn't.

In the end, we went out after midday and headed for Zaragoza. It was a day of logistics, which is what humans call doing boring but necessary things. First, we tried to go to a Lidl in the city, but it looked like a pilgrimage. There was no way to park, and I could already feel the human stress rising like pressure in a pot, so we aborted the mission and left it for later.

Then came the fuel chapter. In Zaragoza, everything was very expensive, except for a low-cost petrol station that looked like a bargain… until we saw the important detail. The pumps were only on the right, and our car's nozzle is on the left. The hose didn't reach, even stretching it with faith and good intentions. I looked at Edu with a face that said, "this was predictable," but he preferred to pretend it was part of the plan.

As we still hadn't refuelled, and I needed to stretch my legs, we decided to take a nice walk along the bank of the Ebro River. The fog had already gone, the sun came out, and the day became quite pleasant. We walked calmly, me sniffing everything I hadn't been able to smell in the morning, and Dad Edu breathing as if that walk had fixed half his day.

Afterwards, we went to another Lidl, this time with better luck. There were few people, we parked without drama, and Dad Edu did the shopping while I stayed in the car, making sure no one took our house on wheels. We still hadn't refuelled, and the tank was already crying out for help, so we crossed half the city to another low-cost petrol station in a shopping centre to the west. There, yes, finally, we refuelled properly. Taking advantage of the place, and seeing that the car looked awful, Edu gave it a hose-down in the car wash, because after the route to Belchite, between works and mud, you could hardly see the headlights. I think the car sighed with relief.

With all that done, it was already quite late, and we didn't feel like exploring a big city either. Zaragoza, moreover, doesn't make it easy to sleep in a camper. Years ago, on our first trip, we had spent the night in a fantastic place next to the Ebro, but now overnight stays are prohibited, and many of those beautiful places have even disappeared from Park4Night. We looked at several other options, but none convinced us.

In the end, we came to the motorhome area, next to a sports complex. It has almost fifty pitches, and they are all occupied. The car park next door unofficially functions as an overflow, and there are another thirty or forty motorhomes there, which is curious outside of high season. We found a space and parked. The place is ugly, I'm not going to lie, but it's good enough for sleeping, and I'm not very demanding if the heating works.

Our neighbour is a man from England with his wife, although Dad Edu immediately detected a Scottish accent and started chatting with him for a long time. I took the opportunity to observe from my strategic position, which is to say from the bed. We ate in the camper, already at a decent time, towards late afternoon, took a short walk in the area without going near the centre because it was far away, and we didn't feel like it anyway.

As night fell, we retired. Heating on, me sound asleep, Dad Edu doing his duties of photos, videos and blog and watching a series, and the city out there, noisy but distant. It won't be the most beautiful place on the trip, but we're staying here to sleep, and tomorrow we'll see what the road brings us.