For my birthday this last week, we headed up north, to the famed Costa Brava. Tossa del Mar was the first town we landed in, and I’m fairly sure it’s not real. That is, I believe we stumbled into a parallel universe, where, having been professionally photoshopped and airbrushed for the out-of-towners who wander through, everything(!) is made to seem improbably lovely.
Example. I’ve never found so much beach glass on one beach. Did the prime movers of this parallel universe know that I love beach glass almost more than life itself?–the only thing registering higher on my love-o-meter being the search for beach glass alongside my children? I think I could move to Tossa del Mar, park myself and my kids on the beach, and stage a massive Beach Glass Hunt that goes on for, oh, a year or so.
Were we to set up shop here, Silas might want to take over the castle, just to keep things interesting in this seaside parallel-o-verse. He loves climbing around through the ruins. He could be the lord of the cliffs.
And naturally I would have to retain whoever baked the chocolate mousse cake pictured here, a slice of which the girls and I enjoyed at a cafe so charming it could only exist–you’ve got it–in a parallel you-know-what. After all, even in otherworldly places, gals require calories.
The afternoon felt like a moment from someone else’s life. Maybe I was channeling the original mistress of the castle, in which case all that I surveyed was (for the time being) mine!
Or maybe Millie had it right: just take it all in. And smile. And hope to come back soon.
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