So our next stop on the grand Euro-adventure was Spain. To ease the stress of our arrival Matt hired a driver to take us from Girona to Tamariu. Fantastic idea! Even though we miscalculated our arrival time by an hour due to a zone change our guy was there name sign in hand. Now… every time you get off a plane there’s a bunch of people with those signs waiting for their lucky passengers. I always look for mine just to pretend I am cool enough to have a driver. This time I WAS… except it was actually Matt’s name, same difference. The little things, right? He seemed a bit surprised when we approached him… our backpacker look and super casual clothing probably caught him off guard. He loaded our stuff, we hopped in the Mercedes and enjoyed the ride.

BEAUTIFUL! This little costal cove village was absolutely beautiful with it’s white buildings, rust coloured cliffs and turquoise waters. I am pretty sure we had the best balcony view in the house at Hotel Hostalillo. Check it out!

We started our first of three nights off with a bang. And by bang, I mean, I drank too much and was nursing a wine fever well into the afternoon the next day. Blah… I hate wasting days! Unfortunately, I was unconscious while Matt was having beers on the balcony with his feet up. There was no one to remind him that sunscreen is a thing. By the time awoke he had a wicked short burn from the knee down.

Things seem to be a lot more relaxed here. It really jives with my inner clock. I enjoy starting my (non-hangover) days at 8-10 as opposed to 6-8 in the morning. And dinner at 8:00 PM is status quo! Though we quickly accepted this new mentality, it did throw us for a loop when we never received our dinner bill. After our dessert and coffee and over an hour of waiting… we ended up just paying at the till. We kept trying to flag a waitress or make eye contact to no avail. We didn’t want to be rude, and maybe there was a language barrier. Maybe this is normal? Anyways, it seemed to be the case at a few different destinations in the coming weeks, so whatever.

Our perfect beach day happened on day two. The coolest thing about the shoreline was the sand. It wasn’t really sand at all! It was tiny rocks. If any stuck to you, they could easily be brushed off. It was awesome! Strolls along a cliff side trail, walks along the beach, relaxing with a book, swimming in the sea and a topless lady partaking in a game of badminton. We were sad to say goodbye to the little town of Tamariu.