As I'm a bit susceptible to the cold, I was wearing my birthday pressie, an electric jacket. This nifty piece of clothing plugs into the bike battery and has wires running over the front and back. You wear it under the leather jacket to keep you warm as toast and as snug as a bug despite a biting wind and plunging temperatures. Was I happy to have it? Yep.
We made it as night fell and set off in search of a hotel. This was the beginning of November and some had already packed up for the winter. After some disappointment that the off-season prices were not lower, we found a 3* hotel that was pretty basic, but open. It was a depressing place, with cracked tiles in the room and no sign of refurbishment since it opened thirty years ago.
We couldn't get the wifi to work either, so went down to the centre in search of food and a connection. We found both in a pizzeria that served very average pizzas, and found out later (thanks to the wifi connection) that we should have gone to the place next door for a decent meal...
On our way back to the hotel, we popped into a mini market and bought some beer to consume in our poky little room. I had my Kindle so I'm always happy, and my DB finally got the wifi to work so he was happy too.
|Morning sunshine over a stormy Cadaqués|
|Dali's house at Portlligat|
It was a 20 minute walk across to the village where we arrived to splendid views across the bay, and Dali's house snuggled in among the trees. It's in fact a row of formerly fishermen's cottages. He started off with a very basic one-room cottage which had a fireplace and a tiny living space. He took Gala there so they could experience an intense togetherness.
|Dali's first house (no idea where they went to the loo or washed...)|
"The Portlligat Museum-House was Salvador Dalí’s only fixed abode, the place in which he usually lived and worked up till 1982 when, upon Gala’s death, he took up residence at Púbol Castle.
Salvador Dalí moved to Portlligat in 1930, into a small fisherman’s hut, attracted by the landscape, the light and the isolation of the place. Taking that initial construction as a basis, he created his house little by little over the course of forty years. He himself described it “like a true biological structure [...]. Each new pulse in our life has its own new cell, a room”."
|The pool. Is that a dodgy looking pool or is just my smutty mind?|
It's definitely worth a visit if you're in the area. We headed back to our hotel to pick up our stuff and ride across the bay to a hotel on the other side, much nicer place with a lovely terrace where you could sit and admire the view if it wasn't too windy.
We dumped our stuff and went for a walk to the little island. You can get there by scrambling over the rocks, and then get nearly blown off the bridge in the gale force wind. There is a reason why the sky is so lovely and blue with not a cloud in sight...
|Spot the lighthouse|
Tis funny how the most trivial of things can set off domestics like ummm food - even in France where it's quite good I've been told.ReplyDelete
We were in Spain, David. :) But yes, it's usually the trivial stuff that sets off an argument.Delete
What a (familiar to me) bummer! Hope you managed to enjoy the rest of your weekend.ReplyDelete
All will be revealed in my next blog post, PG. :)Delete
Thought I'd go for a bit of suspense this time.
Weird how domestics can rumble on and on - I'm very good at sarky remarks while the Shah just goes for the all out grump. I dont think we've ever argued over food though - both too damn greedy!ReplyDelete
Couple advice suggests that one should never go to bed on an argument. I say bollocks to that. Sometimes the last thing I want to do is make up before all the crap has been cleared up, and having a time limit on doing that would just make things worse. :)Delete
That is a weird and wonderful pool - they really did have to go to an effort to make those strange lumps and bumps. Kevin and I always have a ginormous domestic when on vacation. Clears the air of the last six months worth of grievances and we're ready to go out to eat once more!ReplyDelete
Wow, Jody, that must make holidays something to look forward to!! :)Delete
The pool was amazing. Everywhere you looked there were bizarre details, and all the rocks were whitewashed.
Thanks for taking us along on this trip and sharing it with us. We will leave you to get on with the domestic though..... :-)ReplyDelete
Take care Diane
Thanks Diane, you're a sport. ;)Delete
Laughing at the fact that you were wondering where Dali washed or went to the loo - ever the practical, Sarah!ReplyDelete
Those views are just gorgeous: made up for the lack of sandwich-making facilities.
I do think marital tiffs are more common when you're on holiday: probably because you're together more and yet out-of-routine. We have some crackers but they make good blog posts ;-)
It was a very small room! I suppose they had a bucket behind a curtain... :)Delete
You're right, being together more and out of routine is a recipe for an argument. Glad we aren't the only ones. :)
I had never heard of an electric jacket before! You are indeed so organised ! Your pics are great. You seem to travel a lot. Lucky you!ReplyDelete
Electric jackets are recent invention and they cost a pretty sum which is why it was my birthday pressie, but they are so worth it. My DB is a very keen biker and is 100% up-to-date on everything to do with bikes so he is the organised one here. Credit where credit's due. :)Delete
We go away mostly on little trips, basically whenever we can, and are lucky to have so many lovely places so close.
That pool looks so inviting. And those seaside views are spectacular.ReplyDelete
I wonder if anyone ever uses the pool now.Delete
Am I glad I found your blog. Ha, I must have a smutty mind, because when I saw the photo of that pool, I gave a snort! I see it was posted several years ago, but I was looking for photos for villages north of Montpellier and somehow came to that one. It brought me to your blog and I'm so happy.ReplyDelete
Welcome to my blog and I'm glad I'm not the only one with a smutty mind!!!
I live just north of Montpellier too. :)