Guardia civil....so surprised

So yesterday was full of mixed feelings and surprises, first it took me ages to get out of Gibraltar,then I arrived at the road I was supposed to follow to Málaga, and found out from the Guardia civil at the roundabout that next "X" kilometres were closed for rebuilding....and let me remind You the only other way is highway,where bikes can't travel,so I kindly asked the officers is there any other way to go to Málaga, and to my surprise they said I would have to go up and so many extra kilometres,"you know what? Just go by the highway, and thanks the nearest available exit to the N-340(my road)" I was so happy by that time, highway allows me to go around 36km/h( if it doesn't go up&down all the time)so I took the  nearest exit followed N-340 for ~30km,and then it just joins the A-7 highway...wtf?!? So I was all stressed out, and going on the highway,but on the other side I saw cyclists,which made me calm and happy...Then at some point there was a 1,5km long tunnel(bikes forbidden sign at the entrance) but I had no other option, so I entered the tunnel, but noticed no one,NO ONE, was trying to go next to me, or faster then me....and I though"oh no,someone is on my tail, and it's probably some authority.I was right, it was a van of Guardia civil following me,I stopped at the exit of the tunnel and they told me I shouldn't be here, "where are you going?" I said malaga...and their eyes almost felt out, they asked me if I know that I still have 60km left, I said yes and told them I come from Gibraltar.Their respect grew in blink of an eye, so they told me I should keep maximum right, and that they let me go on highway since I seem to have experience.SO HAPPY!!! They switched on their radio and told all the nearby units not to stop me on my way.all this act took about an hour of my time,but I was so surprised my chin almost fell off.At the first exit for malaga, my back bags broke(they got stuck in the back wheel and the material shredded to pieces...so I broke down in tears tired,burned and wanted to find a way to sleep already(but nearest caravan parking was 30km away and I was exhausted...So I remembered I have a plastic bag, I tear it in a string and wrapped it around the broken bag, like that I got to nearest commercial centre,basically a Carrefour with two parkings,main one, and an empty one on other side...no,not empty.THERE WERE  8 caravans parked,5 in a rectangle with a little patio made between them, and other three,I thought YES,if they down leave at evening I can sleep between them,so I charged my phone in Carrefour, waited till 20:00, went over and asked both French and German old couples if I could sleep next to their caravans, they didn't understand a word of English, just notted with surprise and went to cook their dinner.So I set my material around my bike and sleeping bag, tied the loose ends and ended up with a sort of tent full of air,the ground of parkings is warm 24/7 so I was hot at night at slept quite well,woke up with everything the way I left it, packed up and switched on the GPS.
Edit:
I forgot to mention that on the highway I found a dead kitty mom, and heard meowing from somewhere near, so I searched,and in the bushes I found two little red haired kittens,they literally both fit in my palm, I tucked my hacked in my pants,and put the kittens in my shirt(yes,next to my belly) I took the nearest road to some small town begging with T, google maped some vet, arrived all stressed entered and awkwardly put my had in my shirt in front of reception lady and took out two sweet balls of red hair, told her I found them and I have no time to take them other place,before she said anything or even process the info(I saw her confused face) I walked out and went back on my way...I hope those sweet creatures are in right hands.I mean,who can hurt such a thing?
Edit 2:, also forgot to say I drove past a river that smelled so much of vanilla I wanted to eat my own hands,I don't know which one it was, but it was great.