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Published: June 24th 2007
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(pretend like I’m up to date . . . )
After a couple days in the castle, Pepe and I headed north to Cadaques, a small fishing town in the north part of Costa Brava (very glad Pepe es pequeno because the streets are TINY). With the help of LoQuo, Spain’s Craig’s List (very handy), I found a week rental right up the street from the water and main square. I was told the owner is an older English woman who spends most of her time there creating pottery and then goes back to London to sell it. This place brought back great memories of staying at Nana Cuca’s house (my grandma). Lots of nick knacks and mismatched things that still seem to go together, hanging laundry outside, little flower pots on the deck . . . good times.
Over the weekend my new Barcelona friends, Wyatt, Frank, Heather and Jan (visiting from Amsterdam) all came up to celebrate the Fiesta de San Juan. Heather did the Google check . . . there were a lot of answers but the general gist is that it’s the celebration which coincides with the summer solstice, and also incorporates dunking in the
ocean, lots of fireworks, bonfires on the beach and buying a special pastry that you offer to Juans. We didn’t know any Juans, but Heather bought the “official” pastry that we all shared for breakfast the next morning.
For this little town (and from what I hear, throughout all of Spain) the Feast of San Juan is big (for those from Laguna, picture E-bay on the 4th of July). Within a day the number of people in town doubled, a stage was erected in the center square and a huge pile of anything that would burn was set up in the middle of the beach. We started off the night at Mark and David’s house, twin brothers who are local friends of Wyatt. They have a beautiful house overlooking the water with a great deck that serves as a prime launch pad for shooting off fireworks. Something else I learned about Spain. . . It is a huge producer of fireworks. And, you can pretty much buy ANYTHING. All the big fancy fireworks that went off that night were being set of by random pyros throughout town. My brothers would have been in heaven! And since no one sleeps
in Spain, it sounds like the town is being bombed all night.
After fireworks and dinner we headed to the center of town for the “live” show on the “big” stage . . . Think cheesy wardrobe changes, shoo-be-do-wop girls (and guys) and even green laser lights! It was big for the little town.
Sunday we spent the day on David and Mark’s boat cruising up the coast, checking out Dali’s house from the water and doing a little snorkeling. I bought new camera for this trip that you can take underwater without a casing so I had a chance to try it out for the first time - it still works too!
Later in the week after everyone left, I took a walk to Port Lligat to check out Salvador Dali’s house which is now open for touring. This guy was a trip! Check out some of the photos!
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Suzie
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envious.... looks like a spectacular trip.... i am listening to gun shots mixed with fireworks - very *mission* 4th... can't wait until you get to Africa to hear all about that.... xx