I spent four interesting days with my friend Robert in Platja d'Aro. I took a train from Sitges to Platja d'Aro and Robert picked me up at the station. His house is amazing, with a fantastic view of the Mediterranean Sea from high on the mountain. His sister lives with him, but she speaks only French, so we could not really communicate. And their two dogs, Ona and Poppers were very friendly.
The first day was rainy, but we ventured into the resort town for lunch. On the second day we went to two midieval villages - Pals and Peratallada. Both different, but interesting. On the way back I purchased some interesting kitchen utensils, that you can't find in the US. The weather was great in the morning, sunny and in the 50s. That evening Robert and I went to a local restaurant and had a paella type dish, made with pasta. I forgot what it was called.
Day three we went to Girona, and visited the old Jewish quarters. The rest of Girona is just a city. The bridge pictured was designed by Eiffel, of the Paris Tower. I spent the afternoon reading. Robert made typical French dinner, and I'm waiting for the recipe to treat my friends.
The next day I was supposed to go to Barcelona, but I pulled a muscle in my back and could hardly move. Robert was kind enough to let me stay one more day. He took me to the train the next day and I made it to the Axel Hotel in Barcelona.
The first day was rainy, but we ventured into the resort town for lunch. On the second day we went to two midieval villages - Pals and Peratallada. Both different, but interesting. On the way back I purchased some interesting kitchen utensils, that you can't find in the US. The weather was great in the morning, sunny and in the 50s. That evening Robert and I went to a local restaurant and had a paella type dish, made with pasta. I forgot what it was called.
Day three we went to Girona, and visited the old Jewish quarters. The rest of Girona is just a city. The bridge pictured was designed by Eiffel, of the Paris Tower. I spent the afternoon reading. Robert made typical French dinner, and I'm waiting for the recipe to treat my friends.
The next day I was supposed to go to Barcelona, but I pulled a muscle in my back and could hardly move. Robert was kind enough to let me stay one more day. He took me to the train the next day and I made it to the Axel Hotel in Barcelona.
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