From Girona we rolled west for 5 days of exploring in Costa Brava. Coasting into the outskirts of Palafrugell we loaded up on groceries and found our way to our hillside HomeExchange flat. It’s schaweet! Sleek white with Mediterranean views from all 4 bedrooms, the great room and decks. There are bikes, tennis and basketball courts, table tennis, swings, a pool and adjacent hillside trails.
There’s time to stroll in the evening so we bounce downhill and check menus at the beachfront restaurants in our little hamlet of Calella the southernmost of three seaside villages in the municipality of Palafrugell. It’s charming as we wrap ourselves in blankets for a slow dusk seaside dinner of calamari mussels and the local Empordà whites. Calella feels like a Spanish Carmel – craggy and cute, but with better sun washing white walls and red tile roofs. We’re surrounded by hardy northern Europeans – mostly retirees and a few families with pre-school aged kids. This place must be packed on weekends and during summer break – we feel fortunate to travel ahead of the hordes.
Tuesday morning we stayed local and attempted diving… suffice it to say the Mediterranean looks better from above… read Buzo Ben’s post for color commentary.
Wednesday is Sue’s day – Happy Birthday my love! We’ll take it easy, enjoy a quiet hike and local beaches, and for dinner we have reservations at Michelin Starred Casamar restaurant. But first, our Host has graciously made her mountain bikes available and recommended some trails, so I ride off into the sunrise and enjoy the backroads through field, forest and garden to Cap Roig and Cala Estreta, then return in time to get breakfast into the boys.
Then with the family in tow, we drive north to Palafrugell’s other 2 coves – Llafranc and Llafranc and Tamariu. Leisurely drive to Cap de Sant Sebastià for tower-top views over the crags to tony Llafranc. Continuing north, we found easy parking in Tamariu then
strolled past the beachfront restaurants to get the lay of the land and menu check… these three coves are similarly quaint. Tamariu’s warm sand welcomed more than her cold Med bed, so after a seafood lunch and some liquid sunshine we sucked up a little wifi shed our shoes and broke out the paddles. Later, chilled at the flat we had a toast to Mom’s good health before heading out to a the best table in town to celebrate Sue’s perennial youth… Dorian Gray eat your heart out.