After a few days in the hustle and bustle of big-city Barcelona, the Ferguson’s and the Woolley’s headed back along the coast for 5 days of sejour in the Costa Brava…. a beautiful part of the Spanish coastline between Barcelona and the French border. Lots of beautiful beaches, rocky coves, and pretty little villages.

The villa we rented in the small town of Cadaques was lovely (oh, those heated floors!!!), with stunning views over the town. It was the most picturesque of all the villages we visited, and has a long history of famous summer residents, such as Salvador Dali (who’s family home was in the next cove over), and Pablo Picasso. Walking the hill up to the villa was a bit tough on Grandma and Grandpa, but the views were worth it. And the restaurant down along the coastal walk out of town made possibly the best Sangria ever!!

We took several day trips to visit other towns up and down the coast, and we spent an afternoon in Figueres, where Salvador Dali was born and where the Dali Museum is. Grandma Woolley wasn’t so keen on the art, history and culture, so she stayed in the main square with Liam while the rest of us explored the bizarre surrealism that Salvador Dali created.

On the drive back to France we took a detour to Carcassonne, a historical walled village, very pretty and preserved, but also a major tourist trap with the restaurants and gift shops outnumbering everything else. Still… a lovely afternoon, and one of the best lunches of the trip (confit leg of duck for Grandma, Grandpa and Daddy…. and locally made Cassoulet for Mummy). Liam ate little bits and pieces of everyone’s meal….

The drive back was dreadful. Liam was screaming up a storm, and the rain kicked up something awful. Never been so happy to be home.