Travel Blogs from Platja d'Aro
This afternoon we head past the foot of the Pyrenees to Sant Pol to do some kayaking and snorkelling. We wind around the bay on our kayaks and take in the sights. The water is a crystal clear green. Of course we rock each other's boats and splash about along the way. I don't see very many fish around however. But definately a fun outdoorsy afternoon.
It's all about the bike.... So why would you want to sit inside and write a blog when it is beautiful weather every day and you could be out riding? Exactly my point. Last year I wrote a fairly lengthy (and some would say too lengthy) blog about the wonderful adventure that Shelly (my lovely wife) and I had visiting Girona. This year Shelly was unable to join me so that has left me with lot's of time to ride the bike.
Shortly after I arrived ...
... we should re-shoot the video, I'll go and get another cake." Then like a mother gannet regurgitating a fish, she said, "And here are the candles."
It was now about one o'clock in the afternoon and a single cupcake was not going to sustain Video Girl all day. As they wandered the laneways looking for a restaurant to plunder they noticed a chef dressed in black approaching them. As they drew closer they observed the name Cal Ros on his shirt, ...
... studied them attempting to interpret the Catalan dishes. The Catalan language appears to be more difficult to understand than Spanish so they were thankful the waitress spoke English and Battery Boy didn't feel like being slapped again.
Battery Boy ordered for the two of them, "the local Catalan pork dish with potatoes and the Fillet Mignon with Foie Gras, and for me, just another gin and tonic, gracias."
Battery Boy was determined to get ...
Saturday 31/5 It was with reluctance that we left Salon de Provence in France. We travelled 350 km east towards the Spanish border. So reluctant we decided not to use the tolls for the first half. This increased our time on the road but we were happy with that, slowly making our way to Spain. Again, without fanfare, or having to show our passports, we made it to the border. The landscape was different and the wind (even on the approach) from ...
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Pets allowed