Now that is beginning of beach season, I think it's time to upload the photos from last summer.
started by leave, on 12 August last year, Delta del Ebro River Ebro is the mightiest and the second longest in Spain. Now I want to express my concern about the English river system. The rivers are crazy. Go to where they want. For example, some are born twin, then a go to Atlantic and the other Mediterranean. Others, like the Llobregat, appear in the most unexpected places (in fact, if you leave your home, go to wherever I go, always cross at least once.) The Ebro river is another of those crazy. Cantabria born back in Fonibre , less than 100 kms. Atlantic, but, unlike others, it happens through half of Spain and die in the Mediterranean, a few miles south of Tarragona. This river is so distant regions formed a single province in Roman times.
The Ebro is the largest river on the top right.
return to the topic. As a delta, I expected a more or less flat terrain, with some other island, and little beach. I almost completely wrong, and that their diversity would be my biggest surprise.
After driving for about three hours, releasing my card, we Deltebre, a village located in the center of the delta, and went quickly toward the beach. Our first objective was the geographic proximity of a famous lighthouse. Asphalt roads, and narrow, gave way to a path of packed earth, then to one of hard sand, and soon, one of soft sand. We were crossing the peninsula, and we had the sea on both sides a few meters. There was a trace of tires between the dunes, which could be harnessed to move without running aground. Of course, I ran into a car in front, and to give way I had no choice but to leave the track and the tires sink into soft sand. I was unable to remove it, so I gave him the wheel to my girlfriend who did it almost effortlessly. A few days later did the same, in the same place, a friend, who stayed for half an hour, until someone told him to put the plastic of the footrest under the wheels. It seems that the trick works like clockwork.
Finally, after a few miles of sandy loam, we reached the lighthouse . Close extended a nearly deserted beach. The whole area is a nature reserve by the amount and variety of birds that live there.
This was the only place to leave your car in miles, so we were really little:
Sand and more sand.
The water was even warmer than normal, so I spent the afternoon doing stupid things in the sea. We also walked along the coast, yes now completely deserted, with some birds, fish, and things returned by the tide.
When
the sun began to fall, returned to the hotel to do a little swimming pool, and practice my diving to be a little less painful.
next day we visited Cap Roig, a strange cove to Tarragona, and that has nothing to envy to the Costa Brava.
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