Eleven O’Clock Road Trip: Peñíscola, On Spain’s Costa Azahar

by Becky on March 21, 2013 · 2 comments

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Outer wall of Peniscola_6764

On our way to Valencia, we stop in Peñíscola, an old fortress drenched in sun and salt. As usual, Miss Zinnia gazes, Goose runs and leaps, and the rest of the story just sort of unfolds.

Millay by castle wall_6514

Goose launching 1_6422

Goose launching 2_6429

Goose landing_6432

Street with yellow streamers_6743

Charming street of Peniscola_6400

View down the street toward the sea_6668

Church at Peniscola_6491

Clock of Grand Central_6707

Fishing boats in harbor_6780

View toward shore from Peniscola_6456

Goose facing camera once more_6461

Narrow street again_6634

I’m rather infatuated with this place, The House of Shells. Aren’t you?

House of shells_6572

House of shells_6569

Narrow street of Peniscola_6365

View from Peniscola_6446

Best part of the afternoon: just wandering. No agenda. No deadlines. Just ocean, stone streets and walls, whitewashed houses. And my kids. Not a bad gig.

Karen L March 22, 2013 at 6:37 am

You know what I’m going to say, right?? 🙂 Gorgeous, beautiful, wish I was there! (can you name the movie? changed the line just a bit…)

When I was lucky enough to travel to France a lifetime ago, my very favorite day of the trip was when John and I just wandered the streets of Nice. No schedule, no tours, no “points of interest” – just getting lost in the architecture and romance of it all.

Every one of these pictures is just gorgeous. The photographer has a great eye. 🙂

Becky March 22, 2013 at 9:10 am

Funny how particular days of a trip stand out, no?–like when we were in Germany last summer, and Miss Zinnia and I ducked into a patisserie to grab a piece of lemon cake. Sounds unspectacular, but sitting out front at a little table with one of my petals, people watching, chatting, and sharing that nummiest-ever piece of cake still stands out as one of the happiest mornings I can remember. Here’s to aimless wanderings with very important people. xx

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