Begur

December 9, 2018

Another day that didn’t go exactly to plan, but another totally brilliant day of riding. This tour has been incredible for its diversity, with each day unlike any other. We have an easy itinerary today - a flat 30 miles skirting the Bay of Roses and crossing flat lower Emporda, followed by a stiff climb to the hilltop town of Begur at the end of the day. We planned to make fast work of the ride and spend the afternoon on a walking tour of Begur. That’s not how the day rolled out though. It was slower going biking through the flats than we expected, mostly because we kept finding reasons to stop and stare.

Still, we were on track to arrive in time for at least a bit of a walk until we added almost ten miles to the day on a dead end at an impassable creek at the sea. The last hour of the ride was just a bit stressful, as we crafted a new route on the fly without being certain of its length. We half expected to arrive in Begur after dark, but we made it in just before sundown. No tim to look around, but maybe in the morning.

So we didn’t see much of Begur, but we did see and enjoy the very fine restaurant at our hotel. Rachael enjoyed an excellent cod, and I had what may have been the best meal of the tour in a wonderful barbecued duck with raspberry sauce. Unfortunately I forgot to take the camera down to the table, so we have no proof to offer.

Dinner included a pleasant surprise - a visit with Peter, from southern England. He shared our table with us, and we enjoyed a very pleasant meal and conversation and the chance to sharpen up on our fading English language skills.

I still playing catch-up with the blog for a bit, so I’ll stop here. If I hurry and wrap this up, we’ve still got a bit of time to walk around Begur this AM.