Saturday, 13 November 2010
Winds of the Strait
Tarifa is a beach town, a surfers' (and para-sailers') town. It has a gorgeous old centre, comprising cobbled laneways and white-painted buildings reminiscent of the Greek Islands, embraced by a partial stone wall. There is a ruined castle and a lighthouse out on Isla de Tarifa, accessible in theory by a causeway, but not by the public.
Most of us didn't do much here. Sat in cafes, bars, ate, drank, talked, relaxed. It was lovely. (The more adventurous took a day trip to Morocco, which was by all accounts fantastic.)