Back to Barcelona Via Beach

Begur, Spain is a small town on the Costa Brava – the summer home location for many wealthy people. It has beach after beach, some in little rocky coves and other larger expansive ones, most of which are surrounded by homes built into the rocky cliffs looking over the ocean.

We had dinner in Begur last night at a restaurant where the kitchen and the dining area are pretty much the same room (you can pull this off when you have 8 total tables in the place). The guy prepares the food on a counter, then turns to his right to put it into a wood—fired oven, then pulls it out and hands it to the waiter to deliver. Then we spent the evening walking around town listening to the two clock towers announce the time roughly 45 seconds off from each other, so as soon as the first one stopped the second one started. Which just made everyone in town look at their cell phones to see which clock was more right. This happened every 15 minutes until midnight. Then it started up again at 7 am.

Then we left in this car, which we’ve learned over the last few days strongly preferred to be driven on level roads or going downhill (and it didn’t do great with bumps either) . . .

. . . and we gradually made our way back to the train to Barcelona, but not before swimming at this beach (Sa Tuna).

And lying out on this beach (Plajta Fonda).

And having lunch at this beach (Cala Augiablava).

You could probably make a whole trip out of just this.