I took a break from writing yesterday because I intended to do it this morning. But I didn’t.
Yesterday started with croissants fresh from the camping site’s restaurant, then I went into town for a wax and massage (in that order). I’ve been having some trouble getting a good massage. Or rather, some trouble with getting anything other than a relaxing massage. I don’t need relaxing. I need some work on stiff muscles. Anyway, it was a nice relaxing massage, helaas.
Then I drove to Blanes to enjoy the wonderful botanical garden. More pics than comments here. Botanical gardens are more fun when I go with any of my botany-geek friends. Me, I’m just a gardener. Still, it was a lovely place.
After that, I navigated treacherous roads to get back down to the port, where I lucked out on restaurants (again). I picked one that didn’t have 8 million menus plastered, but only a handwritten one. People were eating there, one table of late middle-aged Spanish people, and they looked like they were taking their time over a really good meal.
Fabulous. The first course consisted of 2 “small” courses: first a tray of grilled gambas and fried sardines:
Then a huge pile of mussels flavored with fresh lime (yum yum yum) – no pic, I just ate them.
Then 2 hake steaks elegantly arranged on a plate with tempura vegetables. Here was their only failure – the sauces that they’d decorated the plate with were definitely not fresh-made, and they could have been.
All this with an excellent white wine.
Dessert was a really nice arroz con leche decorated with drizzles of fruit, then a tiny cake with blackberry ice cream. Then coffee.
I lingered a long time.
The bill came: 21 euros. Damn. That would have just paid for the mussels in the Netherlands. Maybe the mussels and one glass of wine. I was served a whole bottle (I didn’t drink all of it, but I could have – it was left in ice on my table).
After lunch, I walked up and down the beach a bit before heading back to my campsite.
When I got back, I checked out the pool, then read by my tent, then ate yesterday’s groceries, then went to sleep.
This morning, I woke up late, read in my tent, finally got up, made coffee, walked down to buy croissants, and read my book some more. I got a token from management, did my laundry, read my book some more.
When it seemed like lunchtime, I wandered down to the beach bar. This was an excellent idea, but also a very bad one. The only thing that really appealed to me on the menu today was fried calamari with alioli. 😀 But an entire pitcher of sangria, followed by a glass of cava, seemed like a reasonable accompaniment.
To be fair, it took me almost 4 hours to drink it, but I should have ordered more food. I was pretty drunk when I went back to my tent. I slept for 3 hours.
When I woke up, it was time for dinner, and I pleaded a need for vegetables to the friendly bar staff at the camping restaurant. They didn’t really have salad on the menu, but they made me one, and I had bubbly water to go with it. And flan… because one can really never have enough flan.
The only other people in there were a big table of Dutch people. Then more Dutch people came in to play pool. I left when the cook and one of the bartenders from the beach bar arrived and ordered beers.
Tomorrow I’m off to Barcelona, and Matt will be there too! 😀