Back to Spain
- Raffik Homsy
- Dec 6, 2019
- 3 min read
As we crossed the border into Spain at Le Perthus we felt a little like coming home. The sun was shining and all was well with the world - apart from the fuel gauge flashing furiously. Well diesel is so much cheaper in Spain it would have been foolish filling up in France, although a couple of litres would probably have avoided the cold sweats!
Fully refuelled we headed for Calella de Palfrugell and stayed the night at the new motorhome parking area we'd seen in the summer. The town was so much quieter than when we had left just two months before, and although a little cooler we still enjoyed temperatures of 20ºc during the daytime as we walked along the seafront path. This was a temporary stop as we were booked into a site for motorhomes at La Fosca. Set on four levels we had fantastic views out to the sea from our pitch on the upper most level. There were all sizes of motorhome on the site which was very busy. The most impressive was a Swiss Morello (think large motor coach size) which carried it's very own Aston Martin Cygnet in its belly - no A framing for them!
John and I have developed a habit of traveling down to the gorgeous fishing village of Tamariu - named after the tamarisk trees which line the promenade. It sits just 4km north of our campsite and we enjoy taking the cliffside coastal road through Llafranc, up to the Far Sebastia and then down through the pine forest to this sparkling little cove. The drive alone is a treat!
In Shirley Valentine fashion, we plant ourselves down at the hotel Tamariu, which overlooks the south facing sandy bay and order a glass of local cava and a little dish of the most amazing seafood croquettes. We have taken a fancy to these delicious croquettes - a traditional tapas dish - and sample them whenever we can. Some are filled with mushrooms, ham, chicken or our favourite - cod. The outside is crispy but when you bite into it, it is creamy and full of flavour! A perfect accompaniment to a refreshing glass of something fizzy! It is a wonderful way to pass the afternoon, looking out to the sea, watching the menorquina fishing boats bobbing up and down on the waves and people watching as we devise ways we could stay here forever!
Tamariu is a tiny place - the smallest village and perhaps the prettiest on the Costa Brava. According to the Telegraph, Tamariu's beaches is one of the best in the area and the village exudes an air of charm and old fashioned character. There are no amusement halls here, no high rise hotels or fast food restaurants. Everything is high in quality - local seafood, good wine and pretty topsy turvy fisherman cottages which overlook the quay.
We've also enjoyed a couple of lunches at Platja d'Aro. This place is much more commercial settled against a five km golden beach - hence the name of the town. At one end there is a marina and the main street is a bustle of shops and eateries. We particularly like Casa Brinda where a three course lunch with wine and water is served for a very resonable price. We'd been here a couple of times in the summer and having enjoyed it so much we revisited.
La Fosca is very close to Palamós - a little port with sandy beach and delightful esplanade. The town is perched on the hillside and we had great fun walking around the little streets exploring. I even found a barber to have my hair cut and beard trimmed.
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