This was our last day in Pineda del Mar :(. After getting up, packing, and eating, we headed to Pineda's beach for the last time. Our hosts, Carlos and Ana, sent us off with hugs and kisses. We ate a small breakfast of sandwiches with orange juice and/or café con leche. I had a delicious cheese and tomato sandwich.
Off to the next place: Casas Bajas. It was about a six hour drive, and we stopped about midway for lunch at a tiny town called Sot de Ferrer. We went to a bar (which, during siesta time, was not serving food) after struggling to find a place to park, where we (of course) met the only foreigner in the entire village. He was British and known as
el inglés, the Englishman, by everyone. He had this enormous sandwich, and we asked him where he got it. He told us to go to a nearby restaurant, where he said the waitress would serve us anything we wanted. She did! We were the only people there, and there was no menu. She just asked us what we wanted and fixed it up for us. We got a tomato salad (and I'm not normally a fan of huge pieces of raw tomato, but these were fresh and the best tomatoes I've ever had), bread, olives, a plate of my favorite cheese, manchego; and fried
calamares. We ate the delicious food, talked, and glanced at the ridiculously dramatic and corny American soap opera with Spanish dubbing. Of course, the fact that the soap opera was translated made it even more hilarious, because along with the crazy plot and incessant overacting, the Spanish voices
are all the same. I'm not even kidding; every dubbed movie, show, or commercial that I watch here has the exact same voices for the women and men in the production. It doesn't make sense, because you'd think that a lot of Spanish-speaking voice actors might be interested in translating shows or movies, right? I just don't understand it.
Okay, enough ranting about translated TV. Our waitress was a very nice Colombian women that has lived in this small town for fifteen years. Once we were done eating, she offered us café con leche, which all of us except Mama accepted (Mama doesn't like coffee). We walked around the town for a little bit longer, taking pictures of the man-made stream running through the village and looking at the old architecture. Then, we were off again.
Once we arrived to Casas Bajas, we met our hostess, Carmen, whose personality was great and whose curly hair I envied :). Olivia and I were desperate to do some birding, so we went on a walk with our binos and saw: Melodious Warblers, a growing flock of about one hundred House Martins, Magpies, and more, along with two donkeys and a horse. The sunset was breathtaking, the sun turning the tiny town gold as the surrounding mountains shimmered. After a small dinner at a restaurant ten minutes away from our new house, we went to sleep.
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| Where we ate our brilliant lunch |
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| Though this is a really low-quality picture, this is the gathering flock of House Martins |
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| Donkey |
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| Daddy posing with a metal sculpture of a hiker in Casas Bajas |
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