Day 8:The separation

I woke up really well rested after sleeping in the car with my parents but also in tears.The thought that they are leaving to Poland, and that they are no longer somewhere in Portugal (relatively near) killed me.I so didn't want to start riding my bike, hugged them a dozen times and made my way away in tears.Today I had 130km to a town called Gandía,didn't research anything about it, it was just the nearest decent civilization I found in range of 150km from Alicante....Today after crying my way through Alicante and next 20km,huge mountains painted themselves on the horizon....deep inside my organs and muscles were already complaining and really unhappy for that perspective.Around 20km of not very hard way upwards,in full sun,made it a misery,on the I saw some people selling crops grown at their own gardens,and ladies under umbrellas waiting for clients(I really hope I don't have to explain this)

My phone, as always on this trip, was on around 10% battery, if You don't know,that+GPS and anything else switched on,doesn't even last for an hour,so I just followed the national road N-332,after halfway of today's distance it started to be straight and flat(real dream come true for me)I definitely made extra km,but at least I was comfortable and a lot of cars would go by me, so I felt safe(as in:there is always somebody to help me),because I must say Comunidad de Valencia is the border that separates the nice people from Murcia and Andalucía from the "angry at life" people of Catalunya.And that was really disappointing, because till today I said hello to every cyclist I met, and every car that would beep or smile, but today, no one said 'Hola' back to me, no one smiled,and the cars left minimum space while going next to me.So yeah,people of Valencia, get Yourself togethere,or You will loose the tourists.
I finally arrived at the entrance of Gandia, stopped at some crappy comercial centre, charged my phone next to the trollies(only available spot) called my parents(I was so happy to hear them after these few hours) and began my search for some near-beach place to sleep.
I just made my way down to the coast,to find out that ships to Mallorca and Ibiza leave from this town,so as You might guess it was FULL of teenagers and so called millennials,but this kind of one I despise.Those are the kind of kids who have nothing to do with their lives but drink,smoke listen to shitty music and "party" untill they don't remember anything What's the point? it's fun maybe once,twice a month, and only if You have good friends.I don't really remember parties as best moments of my life...Do you?
So, the average IQ in the whole surrounding area was probably under 90.These people can't even walk on paths that have signs with them...I am getting out of here
I ride...and I ride, and stop at every possible beach I can access through the fincas,satélite showed me they are empty,no buildings.Well, not today Marta...not today.It turnes out 6 nearby beaches are full of tourists and hotels, and Guardia civil going by.No way I will sleep here.Tears already preparing to deploy,but wait,animals-allowed beach 4km away from where I am YAY, I switch on the maps,not the GPS,and made my way on my own.Two vans in the sand parking leading to the beach,and plenty of cars, a lot of bushes, and people sleeping on the sand next to their dogs.MY PLACE.So I am writing this now, sitting on my shoes, coz I don't want to get sand on my clothes, and hoping that I will sleep calmly here.I still have to make my "tent" and unpack my stuff....and EAT something!! jeez I didn't eat all day after my parents fed my so well yesterday.Anyways,it's time for me to go.