Garraf

One of those nights last week, before sailing up towards Costa Brava, we decided to leave Barcelona for a night. We looked forward to a quiet dinner on the sea and the great feeling of waking up somewhere else than our own harbor. So we set sail to Garraf, a small town just before Sitges.

Salmon and potato salad, some cheese and a nice fuet, a wonderful bottle of wine and the magnificent view of the city.

Early morning in the Garraf marina.

Took a short promenade up in the town.

Had breakfast under the palm trees..

Visited the church..

.. and admired the sea from a distance while walking back to the boat for a relaxing morning sail back home. Every time we're out like this we say: Why don't we leave now? What if we didn't have to turn back home? It's a frustrating feeling of going somewhere wonderful, getting there, wanting more of it, to get further down South.. but then have to return. What a divine day it will be, the day when we will be able to say goodbye for the last time for many months. /T