I can sum up my weekend like this:
Shelby and I headed to Cadaqués, Spain by way of a train to Figueres, then a bus ride over the mountains into the dreamy bayside town of Cadaqués. It’s one of those places that takes your breath away – all white-washed buildings with blue shutters, charming older couples winding their way through the streets and children playing ball on the beach.
We had our fair share of red wine, pizza, chocolate desserts and deep, contented sighs. (Totally worth the carsickness on the bus ride there and the inflated price of tapas in the town.)
I also read a book while I was in Cadaqués! Yes, it’s true! (This is likely not shocking to you, but it shocks me since I’ve had precious time for anything but my TESOL course since I arrived in Barcelona.)
Take a look at some of the pictures I snapped with my phone (I’ll post again when I’ve uploaded my camera’s pics to Flickr), and put Cadaqués on your must-visit list when you come to Spain …
A fancy little shop:
Shelby, leading the way to our hostel:
We only got lost *every* time we tried to walk back to our hostel. The narrow streets all looked the same.
A view of the town from where I went jogging:
I think I fell in love on this run. Who wants to buy a house in Cadaqués with me?
The town at dusk:
Cadaqués doesn’t have much in the way of things to do (if you’re on a budget), but that’s part of the appeal. We wandered the streets and simply relaxed. We walked to the nearby town of Port Lligat, where Salvador Dalí lived, and we lingered over glasses of wine at several seaside cafés.
More than once, I thought to myself, How is this my life right now? How am I so lucky?
While it’s easy to get caught up in some of the uncertainties here and begin to stress about money and visas and plans and to-do lists, I let most of that go this weekend.
I’m happy to be here. I live in Spain right now. Wow.
I’m grateful for the chance to have this experience, no matter how long it lasts.