Spain

Last night we awoke at 2am to someone taking photos with a flash in our bedroom. About every three seconds the room lit up, bright and white.

It was an electrical storm in the distance. There was no sound initially, but as the storm grew closer, the thunder hit as well. I sat on the balcony for about an hour taking it all in. I have never seen a light show like it.

The next morning it was still drizzling and we slept in for the first time on the holiday. The plan was to head into Spain. Hopefully we would leave the precipitation behind. It wasn’t to be. It rained all the way across the border and into Spain.

Pyrenees crossing the border into Spain

We turned off the motorway at Fiqueres, the birth town of Salvador Dali and home to his Musee of Art. Making our way to the city centre, the streets were narrow and very busy.

Figueres Acustica

It turned out that a large music festival was on in town and the queues into the Dali Musee were huge. We had a tasty leisurely lunch and in the meantime the line of people had almost doubled in size. Because of our allergies to queues we decided to leave this experience until our next visit and hit we the local shops instead. And they were actually quite good. A rain shower during our wanderings didn’t dampen our spirits.  As 2pm approached however, most of the shops closed for a siesta. It was time to return to France.

We were back in Puimisson by 4pm and back on the deck with a new Rosé and nibbles. We went for an evening stroll and captured some of the many interesting doorways around the village.

Last day in this area tomorrow. The weather has come good again and we will spend much of the day at a local beach and then off to dinner at a local recommended winery.

Take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather. (Bob Dylan)