In August last year we flew to the Italian island of Sardinia. We landed in the town of Alghero, situated in the northwest, and the idea was to go in five days as possible. Finally we reached the north coast only because it is a very big island (75% of the area of \u200b\u200bCatalonia) and, as often happens in the islands, with many miles of coastline and beaches. But if it's me again every year.
This map shows, in green, the location of the island:
Alghero is a city steeped in history, has passed hands several times and which still survives in Catalan. It is a fortified city, with plenty of nightlife.
That night we stayed in a cottage, that while there was by the sea, had everything. It was a B & B with just two rooms very spacious and bright (in the style of the typical Italian films), with pool and friendly people. These photos are from the following morning.
That morning we visited the Grotto of Neptune , a huge natural cave located at sea level, below a cliff about 400 meters. We arrived in a black Clio we rented (for about 20 euros a day, very cheap) and started down:
The hearing, vertigo, was impressive:
stairs too. Seemed unlikely to return safely.
After not know how many hundreds of steps, we reach the grotto. We then discovered he had a much more relaxed to get there: by boat. I do not know how much it costs, but by far it is, I recommend paying. Or to swim.
The cave itself is impressive, although my camera has decided to leave me very few photos presentable. It took an hour to cover it.
Upon exiting the cave began the hard part. Climb the cliff with 32 degrees and no water is quite an experience. Spend two days relearning it would also be walking. For a moment I thought I'd steal a boat passage. During another break I thought the engine, to have more company during the ascent.
We then went to Castelsardo, a beautiful city located in the northern half of the island. Before coming to play a little lose on the roads of the island, which, incidentally, are so narrow that no matter how dangerous the curve, must go well stuck to the right edge, because all are one-way return.
ate a pizza (missing more) in the only place we could find open. The food on the island is very good and much cheaper than in Barcelona. A while later we went to see the Elephant Rock:
Sardinia's landscape is incredibly varied, it has everything in just a few miles, and usually has lots of vegetation. In fact, seeing this plain called me so much attention that I made a picture.
At the top of the hill stood a ancient fortification.
Another picture of the people. Indeed, among the good climate, Mediterranean air, and colorful houses, I would have stayed to live there.
dragging our legs (until the next day would not know the seriousness of the situation), we went walking the woods and we went into the old city. But first, some pictures of the sunset over the sea:
In the distance, the French island of Corsica:
walked through the walls of the fortress. Most were completely dark, and we reached the light of the city. In a couple of times almost fall into the void, but my instincts almost blind saved my life. This involves getting used to that everywhere there are indications of danger: when they are not, you do not finish believed to be left to fall so easily.
Dinner at the Italian restaurant in a very nice old lady. Nearby, a band played for anyone in the dark.
had already been turned all the lights in town:
had hanging on several walls of this type. May serve to dispel evil spirits. Or be a hook for giants.
(Now, almost a year later, I realize that probably were to hang up the trash, and the bottle is for anyone to take a look).
We went to sleep. The next day would continue to the east, looking for the promised land, white sands and turquoise sea. But in fact, myself and I reached a village well.
next day we continued down the East Coast, the most luxurious on the island, full of white sand beaches and transparent waters.
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