Arenys de Mar to Vilassar de Mar – I am the Resurrection

Thanks Ian. We have resurrected this trip from the depths of stupidity. Sleeping in and missing a day’s walking. Idiots. But we’re going to make it up over the next few days. The weather has been very much in our favour, but today is overcast, cold and wet. In Zaragoza, where me and Gary walked to 6 years ago, the temperature is minus 13c. There is two foot of snow. We’re lucky here on the coast that it’s just cold and wet!

It is a flat walk along the coastal path with the sea on one side of us and the rail track on the other. Nothing of any note to photo. We ended up in Vilassa de Mar and couldn’t find anywhere to stay. So we took a taxi back to Mataró, which we’d walked through earlier in the day, and got a decent hotel at a decent price. The rain lessened and we set out on the town looking for dindins. The place comes alive at night.

A really nice town. And we had a goat cheese flan each in a small cafe. The owners were lovely, and highly amused that we raved about their pies and hugged the local punters.

We were directed by them to a fish restaurant, but we were a bit too early. So we wandered a bit more and found an Arroceria (Rice restaurant) that was opening in 15 minutes. The waiter bunged us to a table and brought out a bottle of the best Cava in Spain, according to google. Then we ordered seafood paella blackened with squids’ ink. Heaven. And it was ridiculously cheap. We ate like kings for less than forty quid.

Back to the hotel and totally immune to Gary’s cataclysmic snoring skills.

Night night.