Photo Essay: Our Four Days in Cadaqués, Spain
This, my first photo essay, could also be entitled, “When Your Fancy Camera Dies and Your Ankle Is Swollen From Too Much Hiking: Spend Four Days In Cadaqués."
Before heading to Cadaqués, my husband and I had two things not going very well for us; my still-healing-from-an-injury-ankle was swollen and our camera had died. While we couldn’t do much about my ankle, other than skip our planned Pyrenees hikes, we figured we could purchase another camera to get us through the rest of the trip and head to the coast a day earlier than planned. In Roses, we found a FujiFilm FinePix XP55, rationalized the purchase by considering we were adding an underwater camera to our photography arsenal, and then headed through Parc Natural Cap de Creus to our destination.
Cadaqués ended up being the perfect place to park our car after a whirlwind two-week adventure through three countries and spend a bit of time in just one place. Over the course of four days we explored the winding streets of the oldest parts of town, walked to nearby Port Lligat, experienced a torrential downpour and the Tramuntana’s (ridiculously wild winds), and enjoyed a beautiful day on the beach.
On a gluten free friendliness note, after all the drama with our camera and my ankle - I was not in the mood to be adventurous. Luckily our hotel was very accommodating and we treated ourselves to quite a few breakfasts in bed and treats in the cafe. Even better, the grocery stores and small shops had plenty of gluten free options including chocolate croissants and artisan sheep milk yogurt.
