Everyone slept well despite the heat and again there wasn't a rush to get up and out since the origami museum doesn't open till 10am. We're all in our new tshirts, Robert and I looking very cool since we're matching, and Liliya suits her unicorn very well.

It's quite a walk from where the tram stops and already the kids are struggling in the heat. Our walk takes us past some roman ruins which were pretty interesting though.

By the time we'd arrived the kids needed one of their treats as they couldn't possibly carry on without 😂 The reason I had chosen the origami museum was that Robert really took an interest over a year ago. He was on a tech ban as a consequence of something and one morning I came downstairs to find him on the tablet, I was ready to give him a telling off when I asked what he was doing. He'd gone on to YouTube and found videos of people making origami, had got some paper from the art box and was following along. We agreed this was an acceptable use of the tablet and have since gone on to get him some actual origami paper and books. I have had to explain that if he gets stuck though he's not to come along for my help, I tried once and the whole thing stressed me out!

The museum was also an origami school, the first in Europe apparently and although small was really interesting. It was mainly in Spanish but there was a translated explanation of the different types of folds along with examples.

Our favourite section had to be the extra large pieces, there were some rhinos, a flying horse and life size clothing all made from paper.

The art museum was going to be next but it looked like it was just classical art which I wasn't sure would be that interesting for Liliya so I gave her the choice between that or the fire museum. Both kids decided on the latter and although it sounded rather random I think we'll struggle to beat froggy museum from last year. Whilst walking to the next museum Robert noticed that he had lost a sock, quite an impossible feat you may think but he'd ended up getting ready this morning and forgetting to change into his shoes so he'd left his crocs on. We hadn't noticed until it was too late by which point I had said if his feet were too hot he might as well take his socks off. I'm not quite sure when he did this, perhaps during one of the seemingly 100 toilet stops with Liliya but he'd put them in his pocket and now there was only one left 🙄. We told him he might as well bin the other one but no he's going to keep it as some sort of pet and he started talking about all the adventures 'onesock' could have 😂.

We got to the museum, found a bench to eat our sandwiches then ended up spending a couple of hours there. It had a good display of fire engines from over the years, different types of equipment they used and a variety of hats and helmets from both different countries and eras. There were a few interactive areas too, in one we got to look at the difference it makes if you keep doors closed between rooms in a fire and another showing how quickly a forest fire could spread.

There was a small play area and the kids spent quite a bit of time challenging themselves on the monkey bars. They got to do some dressing up and even 'star' on the front page of a newspaper. We pretty much had the place to ourselves as well so they could spend as long as they wanted at each of the activities. They had a large collection of stamps from across the world all with a fire theme and down in the cellar Al managed to break the interactive pump exhibit by showing Robert and I that we could go much faster.

Back at the van we set the sat nav to our night time stop going via a fuel station to do up our lpg tank we use for cooking (and heating which I can't see us needing). Al kept his cool when the junctions were incredibly difficult to navigate and we missed the correct turns 3 times. Not only that but as he's connecting the Spanish adapter to the inlet he ends up knocking on the door asking me to get the first aid kit as he's cut up his hand trying to tighten the thing. Thank goodness under the blood it wasn't that bad as I've still not driven the moho and don't plan on starting either. Al's living up to his new tshirt of eating trash, since his little habit is trying some new chocolate bar whenever he fills up with fuel.

Tomorrow we've got two nights at a campsite with a pool for some chill out time but we're breaking up the journey by staying literally in the middle of nowhere. Our jobs when holiday planning is I usually plan the route and search for activities and Al finds the places to park and sleep.

Tonight he's found us a place in an abandoned village, I had visions of Chernobyl and wasn't too sure it would be a good idea but it wasn't at all like that. Instead it was 10 minutes off the main road on a gravel track surrounded by ruins.

Perhaps the strangest part though is it looks like one building might still be lived in. We all got out and the first thing I heard was 'mummy come quick I've found a rabbit skull'.

It didn't seem to put the kids off, for Robert it was like an archaeological site and within minutes he had pockets full of stones and broken pieces of pottery. The church was protected by a wire fence so we couldn't take a closer look but clearly someone still visit and just around the corner there's even an information board about the site and how it became abandoned.

Al asks the kids if they want to stay here tonight, both say it's too freaky and we should go somewhere else so it's back on the road we go but they did enjoy the little detour.

30 minutes later there are signs of civilisation, another motorhome on the site and we still get an abandoned building for Al 😂

There's the smallest of parks and Robert gets out his football to play with some of the locals as there's a football pitch right next to the parking, they all look much older though as if they are having a proper game. Whilst Al is cooking he sends us on a mission to find the local shop to get some ice cold drinks. I take the kids with me and am soon shocked by our surroundings, it has real morrocan vibes about the place, we clearly look out of place with our pale skin and blonde hair and as I overhear the locals speaking I realise they aren't talking Spanish. I'm very sure this area doesn't get many if any tourists and I'm starting to feel that the deserted rabbit graveyard was a safer option 😬. I'm sure we'd be fine and I've just read too many horror stories on motorhome forums but when we get back I tell Al we're moving on. I don't think it helps that everyone is sweating buckets, I've had to change into my bikini top just to eat food. Driving another 40 minutes towards the coast gives us more time to let the sun set and enjoy the air con. Just as we are packing up another motorhome drives in looks around and drives out again.

OK I've called nope again it wasn't third time lucky after all. I'm not sure what's going on but there's a lot of people hanging around like some sort of meet up is happening but not another motorhome in sight. I'm not sure who's writing the reviews of these places but I'm definitely thinking there's saftey in numbers so we're heading on to the next municipal parking lot.

Another 10 minutes down the road and jackpot, it's a fantastic location. There's free WiFi, free electric, right next to the municipal outdoor pool with a bar and park. We let the kids run around for a few minutes as the sun has now set and it's much more manageable.