Camping La Castellas

Sete, France -- Rest Day

Today was our first biking rest day. The Le Castellas campground reminds me a lot of the mobile home community in Florida, where Meg’s Aunt Ruth lives during the winter. By far, most of the guests (or maybe residents) are in some type of permanent mobile home, although there are a few tent cabins and spots for either RV’s or tents, the tents are clearly in the minority -- I've seen three. 

We had our breakfast of cheese, bread, and jam at the tables outside the bar and pizza area. Dex found a blue frisbee on the beach yesterday, so we spent some time honing our frisbee skills.  We have a lot of honing to do.  We almost managed a double hack (when each person catches the frisbee twice in a row).  And we definitely had a few double "no hacks" when no one caught the frisbee.

Our adventure for the day occurred mid-morning when Kylie and Dex were playing in the sea, racing the shallow swells back to the shell-strewn shore. Kylie stepped on something ending up with a small cut on the bottom of one toe. It was hurting, so I headed off of the beach to the tent to get some wipes, band-aids, and tape.

Returning from the tent, I was surprised to see Meg rushing towards me, Kylie in her arms and in tears. The “cut” had gotten much worse and Kylie really, really wanted to see a doctor to make it stop. We rushed to the doctor’s office only to find it locked, which increased Kylie's state to a near panic. In all likelihood, she’d been stung by a jellyfish, a number of which we’d already seen on the sand or right off the beach. Her toe was clearly swollen as was part of her foot. 

Moments later, Meg, Kylie and I were in a tiny bathroom stall pulling off Kylie's swimsuit so she could pee on her toe -- the only advice we’d gotten at the reception office. Whether due to fright or dehydration, she was unable, so I obliged by peeing into a plastic bag and sticking her foot in it (apparently, something in urine helps neutralize the poison). 

Forty minutes later, after an Advil, a bottle of some fruity drink, and reassurance that the pain and swelling were absolutely normal for a jellyfish sting, our girl was a much happier camper. Nothing like a little excitement to rev up the rest day. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the pool, sans jellyfish, with the kids racing up and down the water slides, big and small, again and again and again.  Unfortunately, no photos of the big slide, so you'll have to image it, five times bigger than this little guy.