Hola dear readers of the Costa Live!
My name is Hannah, I’m from Berlin and arrived in beautiful Spain about a week ago to the editorial office of the Costa Live to accompany as an intern for three months. Since you always experience a lot when traveling, from beautiful to funny to bizarre things, I will describe a few of my new impressions here every week. Even the first day abroad has had many surprises in store for me…
I have to admit that my journey to Spain could have been more relaxed – when carrying my lead-heavy suitcase from the fifth floor down onto the street, my arms almost fell off, there is something more pleasant than what feels like 50 degrees in the Berlin subway I almost missed my flight because I kindly had the wrong departure time printed on my ticket. But what the heck, three months in my favorite country, I think to myself, and after the first twenty-four hours on Spanish soil, I know that the effort was worth it.
The whole thing still seems like a dream to me when I drive past olive tree plantations and palm trees on the way to Cadaqués through the dry landscape, wind and sun on my face. Please, please, dear reality, don’t catch up with me anymore!
Our Surrealist – Star Dali did not choose Cadaqués as a place to live for nothing. The charmingly well-heeled city immediately appealed to me (let’s see how often this sentence comes over my lips here). The main road winds close to the coast and is lined with blooming oleanders, in the air the smell of salt and freshly grilled fish. It’s a good thing that we show up Spain’s infamous siesta right at the beginning (like I envy the Spaniards for their gift to consistently take a break every day without sinking into a guilty conscience). So first of all, go on a culinary journey of discovery – the selection is not easy, with the countless small cafés and restaurants that cavort on the beach. We opt for a relaxed beach bar, salad with goat cheese and walnut kernels, fresh carpaccio de bacalao, olives and all sorts of seafood. Yes, I remember immediately, which is why I could never get enough of this food.
After that we let ourselves drift a bit through the narrow streets. The whitewashed house walls are surrounded by plants, the residents fled from the heat to their shady balconies, from which clothes lines stretch. It’s not just unbearable here, I don’t want to leave anymore, wouldn’t lure the view of the evening sun at Cap de Creus. There’s a different wind up here – literally. We are almost blown by the cliffs, but the view of the sea is breathtaking.
Could my trip have started better? I don’t think so. When I lie in bed in the evening, happy and full of sun and salty air, the stress of everyday life has already disappeared into unreachable distance.
