The days were starting to blend together and my time through the north of Spain was uneventful. I was still unclear of the route I was taking south and each day required me to decide on which road to take. Would it take me up a range? Would I pass a town selling food and water? Was it interesting enough? Should I go through Madrid or bypass it? These were the days I wish I had someone with me to bounce ideas off, and make joint decisions. I become lonely and found solace in texting Jen and other family as often as I could. When I found a park bench for lunch, I would retreat to my cheap Nokia mobile phone (the one that still has Snake on it). Wild camping was the most interesting and exciting part of my day. My afternoons were spent scouring the roadside and tree lines for potential covert campsites. I used dense forrest to camouflage me from passing traffic, abandoned petrol stations provided cover from the weather and public parks usually had public toilets and drinking fountains. I was becoming a pro stealth camper not spending a cent on accommodation. About 15kms north of the town Guadalaupa, I found an old service road that was no longer used and diverted off the main road heading towards a local farm. It provided protection from the wind and had long tall grass to act as a natural mattress for sleeping. I explored the road further after my camp was set up to find wild deer grazing in the distance. It soon dawned upon me that I really was lucky to be here and to stop my moaning. The next few days would be the start of a change in thinking towards this incredible journey I was on.