The villa, once we finally got in was fantastic, with a stunning vista out across the weird, twisted landscapes that obviously inspired Dali
. We had a brief explore through the town which seemed pretty enough, except for the fact that the Spanish roads committee had decided to dig up the entire town while we were there. Lani, Mike (my cousin) and I, grabbed one of the cars and headed south down towards Bigur to seek some solitude, not only from the roadworks but also my Nana and Poppa, who could teach most 18-year olds how to party, we just couldn’t keep up! A quick bite to eat on the beach at the gorgeous little village of Sa Tuna, then it was on to the beach at Sa Riera to soak up some afternoon rays. The beach is located in a beautiful isolated cove surrounded by cliffs making it the perfect spot for a nudist beach! Don’t worry Gerry, I did you proud with a nudey run into the ice cold waters of the Med. Once my testicles had re-emerged from the position they had taken up, somewhere between my lungs and my kidneys, it was back on the road inland to Pals, a stunning medieval fortress town for a wander through its cobbled backstreets. Pals definitely ranks up there as one of our favourite places we have visited in Spain, well worth a visit.
One last night in Cadaques and a fabulous meal rustled up by the Shearer clan, then, we were off first thing in the morning on the train heading up through the Pyrenees.
Hasta luego Espanya, Bienvenue en France
Bryan and Lani
After saying our goodbyes to our new American friends and family we headed north along the Costa Brava to Cadaques, the birthplace of Salavdor Dali, for a few days R&R with the kiwi family and adopted kiwi family (Shelly and Rossco). All was well until we reached Cadaques, read the directions to the villa that had been emailed and then realised we had zero chance of finding the place. I quote 'You arrive Cadaques. Roadworks. One way only. Be a policeman', you gotta love that Spanish sense of humour. Following the lead car (a tiny Peugeot) we just about managed to squeeze our 20ft VW minibus through some ridiculous backstreets that were so tight we should have lubed up the VW. 1 hour and a burnt clutch later we finally found the villa, right in the middle of siesta time. We set up lunch on the deck and drank wine from dissected water bottles while we waited for the keys to be dropped off....all class.