Cadaques and Port Ligat

We actualy stayed in the neighbouring town of Cadaques which is a little bigger and easier to find cheaper accomodation and just a few minutes walk from Port Ligat. We were surprised to find a little balcony in our room which was nice. Cadaques is a picture perfect little fishing village with whitewashed houses and narrow streets, and a calm harbor full of boats.

The weather was a little cooler than we expected, but if it was warm this place would be overrun with sunseekers, so no worries. We walked around the picturesque little town, watched the sunset and got some tapas and a drink near the water. Some people actually asked us for directions in Spanish and I was able to answer them and even point them in the right direction.

Since we had a balcony, we got some snacks and hung out and soaked it in.
The next day we walked over to Port Ligat to see Dali`s house. This is something I didn`t get to do my first time around and was itching to get there. I didn`t have high expectations for this place. It costs about 15 US and you have to make a reservation to see the place. Fortunately we were pleasently surprised.

His house was as crazy as his museum and his life. It was originally his family,s vacation house and was just big enough for him and his Gala. Gala was Dali`s wife and muse. She was the wife of a Russian and when her and some friends met Dali in Spain, they ran away together and would remain together until the end of their days. The house expanded over the years and would eventually be built up and contain several rooms, a pool and a garden on a hill. Now, even though he expanded it, it was very very modest by international icon standards. Dali, although eccentric, was rather modest in regard to material posessions. Clearly as the polar bear in the living room would indicate.


Great place, I would have loved to party with this guy here.

We walked around the little village of Port Ligat which has not changed much over the years.


Now this may not seem like a big deal, but it can be quite rare in some parts of Spain where beach tourism is huge. Just 30 minutes down the road is a huge town of mini golf, hamburgers and t shirt shops. You might as well be in Gulf Shores. On our way to the bus station we saw a little side of the road stand with a woman selling food. She had some little nuggets stuffed with a type of creamed chicken which were remarkably good. Eating street nuggets from a nice old Spanish woman on a Sunday on the coast was when we finally settled into the Spanish groove.