After our day in Barcelona we got back on our “new beach every day” schedule. Next up, the coves just south of Calonge. The coves are a little bit more difficult to get to. Up and down stone steps and pathways, weaving through each full cove, looking for an empty piece of beach. Seriously, I have never seen beaches so full of people. Even the ones you had to hike to get to. But still we found a nice spot to set our towels.
These are always my favorite kinds of beaches. Smaller, protected, full of fish to find while snorkeling. So, so pretty.
After climbing back out of our cove and up to the car, it was time for a quick dinner then a family petanque game. We took our game set downtown to play by the local castle, because, wouldn’t you? Add in a geocache and the Martins are happy.
After another day on the beach we spent the next evening in Peratallada, a medieval town full of cute shops and nice restaurants and a parking attendant who was clearly Spanish but spoke English with an unusually Borat-like accent.
Our last beach day was spent in Calella de Palafrugell on one of its tiny beaches called Port Bo. Picturesque, as much of the Costa Brava proved to be. I do feel the need to point out that they could double their beach space by making the fisherman leave their boats in the water rather than on the sand, but that would take away the scene from many of their postcards and people did seem to find sandy spots between the boats, so, who am I to tell them what to do?
And that’s about it for our summer trip to Spain. The next day we packed it up, took a final dip in the pool and hit the road. But France is a big country to drive through from the Spanish to Belgian border. And you thought I was done…