Today was even quieter than yesterday. One of those days that aren't in a hurry, nor need to be. We woke up to sun, a cold that perks up your snout, but sun nonetheless. The place we had slept was perfect. Nobody around, open views, picnic tables, and that silence that smells of a well-chosen spot. Daddy Edu was so happy that he added it to Park4night, which is his modern way of planting a little flag and saying, "you sleep well here".

We left around midday and in just fifteen minutes we arrived at the Orellana reservoir. It's one of the great reservoirs of Extremadura, huge, with artificial beaches and a reputation for having one of the few blue flags for inland beaches in Spain. We parked in one of the beach car parks, went down for a look, and not much more, because from there you can sense the water more than you can see it. Even so, the place has something relaxing about it, although today was not a day for a dip or wet feet.

In the car park, there was another curious traveller, with a Toyota Hilux and a rooftop tent. He turned out to be Dutch and his name was Thijs, which is pronounced something like Tice. Daddy Edu started chatting with him and I stayed observing, which is an elegant way of gossiping. He travels a large part of the year, but his vehicle isn't as well-equipped as our campervan. Even so, he seemed happy, which is what matters in the end. Between chatting, comparisons, and maps, almost an hour passed without anyone noticing.

We continued south. After about three-quarters of an hour, we passed through Castuera. We had already been there almost ten years ago when I was four months old and everything seemed huge to me. Besides, it's the town of Daddy Carlos, my "other daddy". Today, Three Kings' Day, the atmosphere was more boring than a flat football. We took some quick photos of the church, the town hall square, and a hermitage, and continued on our way.

We arrived in Azuaga after four o'clock. There's a motorhome area next to the fairground and the bullring, but it didn't convince us at all. Too open, too much wind, and a cold that crept in just by looking at it. We took the opportunity to fill up with water just in case and went on.

The next destination was Llerena, a town that, according to our guide, was worth it. And here we were right. It also has a motorhome area near the bullring, but it's much more secluded and pleasant.

It was already night when we went out to stretch our paws and legs. Llerena is very Extremaduran, very sober, almost minimalist. Straight streets, no trees, serious facades. We arrived at the Plaza de España, where the town hall and several historic buildings are located. The Christmas lighting was beautiful, simple, stylish, without excesses. There were few people on the street and it was cold, which made you want to go back to shelter soon.

After a little more than half an hour of walking, we returned to the campervan. There are about five more motorhomes in the area, all in silence. Outside, the thermometer is around zero degrees. Inside, thanks to the heating, we are warm and calm. And so, without fireworks or parades, we closed another day of travel.