Spain was fabulous, we travelled down to Javea on the Costa Blanca. It’s become very familiar to us over the years and although I used to think it so boring to return to the same place year on year I kind of like the familiarity these days. Despite it’s ex-pat reputation Javea has a great deal to offer and you are left in no doubt as to why the whole area has become a destination for so many Northern Europeans . There’s the seaside area, the Arenal (lots of English voices here), with a sandy beach and a busy promenade. A great place for young families and lively in the evenings. The port area; older, quieter and more Spanish with a fresh fish market when the fishing boats come in. We love to cycle down here in the morning for a coffee overlooking the sea. And lastly the old town, which is very much a typical Spanish town with a wonderful daily market in the traditional market hall and a colourful weekly market, shops that stick to the traditional timetable and a maze of narrow lanes to wander. All three areas have great restaurants and bars, traditional and modern. Much very pleasant time is whiled away eating, drinking coffee or wine and just watching the world go by.
We played plenty of golf on some of the fabulous courses of the Costa Blanca, mostly with our good friends who make our trip to Javea a must.
We enjoyed our beach time too, but when I wasn’t reading copiously (until I lost my kindle on the beach!) or taking the occasional dip before a wander up to the chiringuito that I found myself thinking about crafting or the garden. I played around with stones and and found myself doodling on the lovely pale, smooth pebbles of the port beach. I ended up with quite a collection, some of which were left with our campsite neighbours and others which made it home and are now scattered amongst the Welsh slate and granite in the garden.
Jeff the chef joined in the stone fun too. His creations were numerous towers, like these ones on the picturesque beach at Portichol – if you ever find yourself here wander up to the beach restaurant, La Barraca. You’ll step back in time at this rustic building built into the cliff where you round the corner of the bay. Just look for ‘bar’ painted on the rock face!
We had a great campsite here, part of a hotel complex and just a cycle ride away from the city centre.
Another stop-over on our homeward journey was in the Northern Rioja town of Haro. Here we indulged ourselves in a tour of the Muga bodega. A really interesting tour with a real insight into the making of one of my favourite beverages. Bringing back a couple of Christmas treats from here was an absolute must!
Well back home and let the crafting begin. After restoring the garden to order and getting back to my somewhat ambitious unfinished garden project of course. I might just have to make that my next post!