Sunday, September 20, 2009

A night on the beach in Spain

Went to meet friends in the Pyrennees for a late summer holiday. As a small child living in Paris, I had fond memories of a holiday on the Costa Brava. Everyone told me not to go back; that it was horribly built up and overcrowded and that I should just treasure my memories, but this is what we found: an empty beach where we were allowed to camp. At one of the beaches we found a fabulous formal restaurant, so we clipped on our bijoux and ordered delicious paella to down with a cold jug of sangria, followed by fanciful desserts. The others pitched and slept in their tents, but I slept on the beach and was rewarded with this magnificent sunrise. Don't try to find this spot. I am sure it was all a mirage...

1 comment:

Abigail said...

A cold pitcher of sangria Mmmmm. I also have fond memories of the Costa Brava, including coming across a Chagall in a small museum by a fort. It was of a violinist, flying out a window feet first.