J. thinks I was a bit harsh on poor Calella, I’ll be nicer this time. After leaving Calella behind we took our ease with a short hop along the coast to Castello. Standing between mountains and the Mediterranean sea we chose to stay in the town of El Grau, on the edge of the main town, with beaches and harbour to occupy our time.
We booked a place to stay through a well known Late Room website and came up lucky, Our room, on the fifth floor had a balcony overlooking the port and out across the sea. Since we came only a short distance we had time today to hit the beach. Our first swim since we started (yesterday) and after being in the car we were ready. Not too busy and plenty of parking, I think we are ahead of the holiday season. The sea washed away the dust of the trip so far and we dipped and dived and floated about, watching the fish darting around our feet. Not as good as a hill to climb, but relaxing and comfortable to be in in such pleasant surroundings.
After way to long in the sun and the sea, we gave up and drifted back to decide where to eat. It’s a Port we figured so there must be a seafood restaurant. And yes there was, the day was hot, the evening warm and calm. We discovered that Spanish is nothing like English or French when looking at a menu. The waiter, tried hard but gave up in the end and went to find someone who spoke a little English. It was better, but only just, next time we will get a phrase book. I did end up with some thing I believed to be shark, it was fish and was very nicely done. So score 1 for El Grau. The wine suggested by the lad also turned out to be a winner, a Tempranillo, Rioja. Just cool enough to enjoy and a pleasant finish to the day.
I love wandering the streets on an evening, just seeing the life around going on. The port was quiet, as were most bars and restaurants, but then Spain was playing in the European Cup, so we sat in a bar with a few people and drank beer while Spain beat Ireland. Happy faces all round, and the small crowd departed quickly to wherever they went. We drifted along some more, enjoying the night and taking in the scent of sea and sand, and finally hit the bed ready to sleep and attack the road again tomorrow.
My wife tells me we never have pictures of me, so this proves that wrong, a picture as we ready ourselves to leave and continue our journey with a stopover in La Manga. An interesting spit of land where Spain turns westward and the Mar Menor, a lagoon, sparkles on one side and the Med of course stretches away on the other. That though is for next time.
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
Enjoy the journey.