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Sailing the Costa Brava

Whether you take a ferry, a glass-bottom boat, a champagne BBQ catamaran cruise, or an exhilarating speedboat ride, you’ll be amazed at the sights flashing before your eyes as you cruise past the rugged, Pine trees. that’s the rugged coastline of northeastern Spain, the Costa Brava.

Every time we visit the Costa Brava, we cannot resist taking an exciting speedboat ride. Join us!

stomach flip; galloping heartbeat; trembling toes. Excited and passionate; eagerly anticipating the feeling of heart in mouth: thirty minutes of absolute bliss.

We’re standing at the water’s edge, sifting sand through our toes in flip-flops, hokey-kokeying to the rhythm of the soft foamy waves. The vibrant orange boat is coming up – soon we’ll be boarding and taking our places on one of the sun-warmed seats.

We shot a smile at each other. We know what is about to happen; we are energized by expectant emotions.

Rocking from side to side, the ship gently moves outward into the mouth of the rippling sapphire-tinted sea. Slowly the chatter on the beach subsides and the lapping of the waves against the side of the boat takes over. There is a placid breeze blowing off the sea, drawing our gaze to wispy strands of cloud suspended above the mighty stance of the castle walls. There is a moment of serenity, a haze of warmth that calms our senses as if to give them a moment of rest before they are exposed to a surge of emotions.

Then a tremendous roar, and like the jaws of a great lion, the engine opens and our breath is stolen momentarily as first our hearts, then our stomachs, and finally the rest of us, are sucked into the wonder that is a cruise. this amazing speedboat.

Our emotions catch up to us as we jump and duck through the waves and face a fervent sea breeze. We are smiling from ear to ear: we can’t explain why, but we are very happy. It is a feeling of restlessness that meets pleasure: we feel incredible, euphoric; while admiring our surroundings. The sea is a powerful machine that we learn to fear, but here we are, skimming its surface, with a guilty feeling of domination.

As the speed increases, our pulses increase; our knuckles whiten as our fists clench; now we lean into a hairpin bend and shriek with joy and encouragement to our captain, faster faster We cry.

After a while our bodies begin to move naturally with the rhythm of the waves rising and falling; now we are ready for the ship to speed up its course. We’re taking in a lot right now: towering cliffs zoom past us, tenacious pines, ancient and rugged, clinging to them; weathered rock formations jutting out into the sea; historic caves where smugglers once hid their contraband; secluded coves where calm turquoise waters lap the shore and divers delight in schools of poaching fish and pulsing anemones.

We turn a furrowed bend, whateeeeehhh!, we hold on as we lean into the water and quickly approach an opening in the rock; are we going to stop in time?

And then, complete silence. The engine stops making a soft hum and we enter a shadowy cave. We listen to the cool water lapping against the lower reaches of the abyss. On the sheer walls, shimmering copper and gold tones collide with channeled sunlight; a shimmering layer of rich amethyst-colored rock borders the bottom; Further inside the cave, an inner abyss is swallowing the water that pushes the boat.

They are telling us a story about the history of the cave. We listen with interest as we are engrossed in tales of smugglers and teased by tales of lovers swimming on hidden beaches deep within this intriguing cavern. Truth or tale we wonder.

Now we’re back out of the cave and our eyes ache momentarily and they squint as they adjust to the sunlight. Soon we’re back on the road, making our way over the waves and onto the next craggy shoreline delight. We looked at each other, laughing, excited. Where do we go next?

A sharp left turn finds us drifting in a secluded bay. The water is so calm here that it feels like the warm breeze is carrying us. As we step into the clutches of this beautiful cove, our senses are stimulated in many ways: our eyes are graced with a kaleidoscope of green to blue and everything in between; the sun shines on the crystal clear water creating sparks that look like fireflies. We hear muffled laughter and idle chatter through the gently lapping waves, punctuated by the sound of a popping cork being sucked toward the pine-carpeted cliffs. A charming yacht is moored in front of the bay and its impeccably dressed crew is on deck, having a sizzling barbecue. The aroma of freshly caught fish, olive oil and garlic fills our nostrils and dances a dance across our taste buds. Now we are hungry, but it is time to leave this enchanting cove, whose beauty has left us animated and serene, and continue our journey along this magical coast.

With a sound like shoes on pebbles, the surface of the water scrapes as the boat moves along twisted rocks and weathered crevices, all of which form their own weathered characters. We all see different things: a nobleman with a long nose and a protruding chin; a clenched fist except for a lanky pointing finger; a great eagle with drooping wings on either side, projecting its beefy neck and hooked beak into the water as if drinking from a pond; a dinosaur with its head extended curiously as if searching for food on the ground.

We soon reach another bay and the ship is playing tag with moored fishing boats and buoys. Sunlight collapses behind the tall rocks, forcing the water to reflect a different mix of colors. We are immersed in a powerful and concentrated green. The ultra-smooth surface is being sculpted into mounds and tufts to look like whipped meringue. We cut through the syrupy green water, and as the beach draws closer, the wall of rocks diminishes and the intensity of the green is absorbed by the reappearing sun, leaving it like a brilliant topaz gemstone.

As we pick up more thrill-seekers from this beach, we look over the edge of the boat and point and exclaim as a school of shimmering fish dart in and out of the copper and amethyst bedrock in the background. As they move their graceful bodies, the seaweed begins to follow them, until they are dragged back to their mooring on the rock.

Our newcomers take their seats in the boat and hold on tight as the engine revs up and the beast launches into the waves once more.

Soon we’re soaring out into an open expanse of sea, whooping with delight as our captain deftly moves the boat from side to side. We’re riding the crest of a wave, almost airborne one second and then floating a hair’s breadth from the foam the next. Sadly our tour has come to an end and this is our final treat before we come back to our senses and to the dry land that bid us farewell thirty minutes earlier.

What a way to see the Rugged Coast!

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