Moving up the Coast
Day 5 in the Mediterranean; we started looking at our calendar and return flights back to Colorado. We were still 8 hours out of Barcelona and decided to move up the coast. We landed in Javea / Xabia Puerto (Spanish / Castellion name, I guess they don’t think I’m confused enough already). Anyway, Paradise Part ll, for 65 Euros a night. This place is beautiful. We are at Hotel Miramar with a corner room.
The 3 windows allow the “special Mediterranean light” to blast in causing you to reach for your sunglasses before you get out of bed. They have special roll-down shutters on the exterior of the building to aid you in the early morning but once those are up, put on your suit and head to breakfast. We are steps from the beach which they call “La Grava”. La Grava means gravel but not gravel like we know it, here it’s small shiny rocks. They make a wonderful noise as the surf rolls up. We rent 2 lounge chairs under a palapa, the swimming is divine.
Have I mentioned shopping?
As we stroll around the port town we pass multitudes of great little shops. Even I am enticed inside. I buy a pair of shoes at a place called Sho La La. I love the sales guy. He is handsome only because his not- so- handsome parts are put together just right. He has a shaved head and very dark eyebrows. He has a row of silver studs running from the base of his hairline going down his spine into his tank top. He’s kind of grumpy until you see he is the king of sarcasm. A perfect match for Sho La La.
