In Caceres we pull into the campsite to meet up once again with Adam's parents who themselves have been travelling Spain for the past 3 months. It's a fantastic achievement for them, my mum especially who only very recently overcame her fears of ferry's and dislike of being away from home for more than a couple of weeks at a time. They both look well and we spend hours talking about our Moroccan stories including our hard-won Moroccan carpet which looks great down the centre of their van.
We venture into Caceres and it's here where we realise the true effect that Morocco has had on us. We want to buy some tomato's and red onions to make a 'berber salad' but can't find a vegetable shop, nevermind a supermarket. There are too many shops and even the impressive old town seems somehow uninspiring, perhaps it's just too normal and civilized compared to what we are used to and instead we sit in the square and talk for another hour about our time in Morocco!