I found this to be ideal camping weather. We slept great wrapped up in the heavy sleeping bags. But everything had dried off and warmed up by the time we finished packing. That morning we rode through a pretty valley full of olive trees and small untouristed agricultural towns. We received more than the usual number of waves, smiles, stares and thumbs up.
Olive trees are somewhere between a tree and a bush.
They look like small trees but the leaves are small and the branches are fairly dense. Every town and every bar seemed inviting so we stopped often in the afternoon. Usually we would sit at tables outside and Joan would send me inside to order and practice my Spanish. At a bar in Vallasbuenas de Gata I got into a conversation with a man from Bilbao and an old man. It was a very slow conversation but they were very patient with me.