L´Estartit (Let´s Start It)

As we began getting closer to France, the names of places and businesses became more and more confusing. Some were in Spanish, but sometimes more were in French and Catalan. We ended up staying at L´Estartit. As we rode into town, we were looking for a smaller road on the map, hoping to find another ˝informal¨camping site. We started going up a huge, windy hill, and it was obvious that it was not the right road. Still, out of some macho self-challenging, delirium, and curiosity, we rode to the top of this road. I almost puked. Krisztian climbed up onto a wall to see the view, which was overlooking mountains, a cove, and a seaside town. We looked down below the wall and realized that we had found a abandoned villa. This became our home for the night. We hopped from the roof the the carport, which had a perfectly-placed rolled rug. After tossing our things over the wall, reverse-robbing the house, we went down to the beach, ate ice cream, and drank water out of wine glasses.