Today was one of those days when you know how it's going to go as soon as you wake up. It was raining. Not an epic or cinematic rain, no, a grey, constant rain with bad intentions. The kind that takes away your desire for everything, even to twitch an ear. So Zaragoza stayed where it was, and so did we. No desire to explore the city, neither because of the weather nor out of pure, blessed laziness, which sometimes you have to honour.

We spent the whole morning inside the camper. Papa Edu doing his thing, me doing mine, which basically consists of sleeping, watching and sleeping again, but with responsibility. We even ate there without moving from the spot, because why go out if you have everything at hand and outside the day invites you to stay indoors more than to have adventures. The camper was warm, the sound of the rain had something hypnotic about it, and the outside world could wait perfectly.

At noon the weather began to improve a little. It's not that the sun came out to apologise, but at least it stopped raining and the sky went from angry to simply unfriendly. It was then that Edu made a decision that seemed very sensible to me: we'll see Zaragoza another time. Today we didn't fancy the city, traffic lights or wet pavements. So, around three o'clock, we started up and took the motorway west.

We drove about eighty kilometres and passed through Borja and went up to the Santuario de la Misericordia, which is on top of a plateau with open views on all sides. It is a place much loved by the people of Borja, a space for pilgrimages and celebrations, and also a quiet place when there is no one around. Up there is the hermitage of Calvary, simple and solitary, surrounded by landscape and wind, a lot of wind.

The place appears on Park4night and I quickly understood why. It's spacious, open and with views that, on a less wild day, must be spectacular. Today, however, it's seriously cold and the wind is blowing that messes up even your thoughts. But this is where camper science comes into play. We oriented the camper well, with the bow facing the wind, turned on the heating and, suddenly, inside we were in glory. The whole world can be roaring outside, I don't care.

We are going to stay here to sleep. Right at the top, with the wind hitting and night falling soon, while inside reigns the warmth, silence and that good feeling of having chosen the right place for an ugly day. Because even the grey days, well managed, also count as an adventure.