Sorry for the long silence - we will plough through what we have been doing since Madrid.
We caught the fast train (oh why can't they do it in Australia or UK?) to Barcelona for a night and re-acquainted ourselves briefly with its stunning architecture and buzz. Would love to have spent more time here but we were craving some beach walking so we boarded a bus up the Costa Brava to beautiful Cadaques.
We caught the fast train (oh why can't they do it in Australia or UK?) to Barcelona for a night and re-acquainted ourselves briefly with its stunning architecture and buzz. Would love to have spent more time here but we were craving some beach walking so we boarded a bus up the Costa Brava to beautiful Cadaques.
Cadaques is right up near the French boarder and is surrounded by very high hills over which the bus goes, skidding around hairpins. It is a small town curved around a bay of stunning blue water lapping a craggy rocky coastline over which we tromped that afternoon. Dali lived for 40 years in nearby Port Ligat and the rocks are reflective of his paintings - weird shaped outcrops and bald hills.
Next day we went for a long walk along the coast and found not one but two completely deserted beaches in June on the Costa Brava. Brilliant. Swam, hiked back, swam some more and arrived back in town for sunset cervezas. Bliss!!!
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