Tossa del Mar is a gorgeous little beachside village. In fact, most of the towns here fit that description although we are visiting them in off season and suspect they may be a little crazy during peak season. There is a gorgeous medieval section of the village which is still inhabited and we wandered through the walled area before finding a little restaurant for dinner. After dinner we walked back to our hostel past some Roman ruins.
The plan was to ride from Tossa del Mar to Palamos. The ride would be 23 kms of hills and then 21 kms of beachside riding. We packed up, saddled up and then hit the roads towards the first hill. We became a little nervous when we pedalled towards the first bend and there was no sealed shoulder. And then we turned the corner to find another stage of the Rally Costa Brava.
The same rally that had plagued Cassy the day before when she ignored two angry policeman and one insistent cyclist to ride straight into a timed section of the rally was back to haunt us. We watched them for a while setting off on their stage on the roads that we had planned to cycle. And then we watched the crazy drivers coming in the other direction. Having passed the rally drivers they had decided it would be a fine time to emulate them and they were screaming down the hill. We had seen enough. We rode back into town and bought bus tickets to Loretta del Mar and then continued on another bus to Girona.
Once in Girona, we decided that as a reward for having a rest day we should treat ourselves to dinner at a fancy restaurant. I chose Massana and we headed out at 7.30 to see if we could score a table. It was closed so we scoped out a few more restaurants and realised we were too early for dinner on a Saturday night. There was nothing for it but to join the throngs of locals walking along the roads heading towards the river to the central square. We had a glass of wine in a bar overlooking the river and then headed back to Massana to bag our first Michelin Star.
The plan was to ride from Tossa del Mar to Palamos. The ride would be 23 kms of hills and then 21 kms of beachside riding. We packed up, saddled up and then hit the roads towards the first hill. We became a little nervous when we pedalled towards the first bend and there was no sealed shoulder. And then we turned the corner to find another stage of the Rally Costa Brava.
The same rally that had plagued Cassy the day before when she ignored two angry policeman and one insistent cyclist to ride straight into a timed section of the rally was back to haunt us. We watched them for a while setting off on their stage on the roads that we had planned to cycle. And then we watched the crazy drivers coming in the other direction. Having passed the rally drivers they had decided it would be a fine time to emulate them and they were screaming down the hill. We had seen enough. We rode back into town and bought bus tickets to Loretta del Mar and then continued on another bus to Girona.
Once in Girona, we decided that as a reward for having a rest day we should treat ourselves to dinner at a fancy restaurant. I chose Massana and we headed out at 7.30 to see if we could score a table. It was closed so we scoped out a few more restaurants and realised we were too early for dinner on a Saturday night. There was nothing for it but to join the throngs of locals walking along the roads heading towards the river to the central square. We had a glass of wine in a bar overlooking the river and then headed back to Massana to bag our first Michelin Star.
