We are putting down roots here in L’Estartit; it is quiet and peaceful here at the moment in the low season. There’s not a lot in Saturday’s blog entry because not a lot happened. We set off for a walk along a coastal path, got lost, and had a good trek through some hollyoak scrub and then an old Spanish wood, circling back in to L’Estartit about 4 miles later.
We snapped the moon setting behind Montgri Castle.
We stopped at Restaurant Rosamar for a late lunch of tapas and postre.
Patatas Bravas (potatoes with a yummy creamy tomato sauce), mejillones (mussels), chorizo and olives.
We found the Calamares (squid in batter) a bit rubbery and not to our taste but Colin and Penny, hiding under the table, wolfed them down.
We also tried pescaditos…small fried fish, sardinas….sardines fried in butter and garlic and croquetas de la casa….a sort of fish dumpling. Delicious.
The wind had freshened while we were eating so it was a slightly wobbly cycle ride back against a head wind. The kite surfers were out in force in the bay. Then back to Mavis for a snooze, a bit of Spanish, a game of bananagrams…..life in the fast lane.