Few activities are more glorious to wind down summer than exploring coastal beaches and beach towns. There are fourteen towns along the coast for us to visit. With so much to do in this incredible region between all of us over the course of our haven stay we conquer six - Lloret de Mar, Tossa de Mar, Begur, Roses, Cadaques and Portlligat.
Of Irish, French, Native American and Spanish descent, I afford myself the luxury of being a spiritual walker between the worlds of nature and civilization. Catholic by symbolism, a humanist embracing all religions by sensibility, forest steeples, bird sightings and moonbeams whisper hope, faith and charity to me as strongly as cities, history, learning and art.
Residing a dragon’s breath away from what cyclists call a cycling paradise, in an area where pro-cyclists live and train off-season, a couple of us choose to have an idyll day of cycling through the local medieval villages. Today will be leisurely; no climb up the Angels where motorcyclists rate the curves a five. Always food-centric our goal is a beautiful medieval village patio lunch.
First forages for secrets of Girona are through gossamer veils of rain. Roadways and cobblestones are lacquered; vehicle tires and pedestrian footing unsure. Navigation into the city is circumvented around city center protesters, two thousand demonstrating at city hall on their lunch hour over the jailing of nine of their Catalan independence leaders.
You know you reside in a medieval village when the clock towers ring every half hour and the farmers’ dogs bark their perimeter check, accompanied by partying roosters at 4 am. Some nights you sleep the sleep of the dead cocooned by 4 foot thick stone walls. Some mornings you wake at 6 am to the rhythms of the local workmen, packing clanging tools in their trucks to start their day.
Mounting the stone stairway to the 2nd floor, I can sense we are all thinking “can we navigate this after a few glasses of wine and a long day of adventures?” The depth between each step is made for giants.