We didn’t get out much over the Easter weekend – we aren’t ones for traipsing around in the rain – done that and got the t-shirt living in the Lake District. Instead we waited and bided our time waiting for the sun to come back out.
It didn’t take long and so yesterday we loaded the car up with food, beach paraphernalia and headed off to discover Tarifa.
We first went there on a touring holiday about 10 years ago. At the time we were searching for somewhere to live (we ended up in France) and my only memories of Tarifa were that it was dirty and windy.
Well, the last 10 years have seen a lot of sprucing up going on and there are a lot more restaurants, bars and shops than I remember. The wind is still there – this is the wind capital of Europe after all; but the whole place has a laid back hippy/come surfer chick kinda feel to it and I really liked it.
I could quite happily live somewhere like this, there is plenty going on, lots of yoga, windsurfing, some juice bars and organic shops, sunshine but alas I couldn’t cope with the wind. This time I went prepared and tied my hair back which was a big help as being whiplashed with one’s own hair is never good and the untangling process that follows is long, painful and not worth the aggravation.
We sat on the beach, had lunch, sun bathed for about an hour by which time I was covered in about 2 inches of sand and conceded defeat. It is such a shame as the beaches here are soooo inviting but being sandblasted is actually quite painful and only the really hardy survive.
But, I loved Tarifa and recommend a visit. Here are some photos….