Sitting on the roof terrace in Cadaqués . The sun’s setting. 18:27 and I can hear a distant door slam, a distant scooter, chatter, a child play and shout. Someone walking up the winding paths around the houses. It’s beautiful. I’ve had such an amazing time here. We just came back from renting out scooters and going on an epic drive all the way to a lighthouse then Dali’s house. Then took a road out and up through huge mountains holding up about 10 cars, all shouting stuff at us. This place is so chilled out. Somewhere that I envisage no one to have a “bad day”. Everyone’s polite. Some English people obviously retire here. The sea is so blue and clear. We drove to a lighthouse on top of a mountain. Something out of a postcard. I can’t get over how perfect this place is right now. Perfect sun and temperature. This is what exists in dreams – perhaps Dali made sense? I love the siesta times – makes sense to sleep at about 2pm when you’re cosy and tired from living a beautiful life of swimming in the sea. There’s a man running a shop opposite selling sorbet for €10.50. Shit. The. Bed. Man I’m sleepy.
