Many years ago I read a book by Robert D. Kaplan that was entitled "Mediterranean Winter". The work is by no means the best of the American author, but inadvertently left a footprint impression on me: "We have collected awnings terraces and there are no tourists, so that the cold and wet weather transported to a golden age. A place full of history and memories book, not only the author but of all mankind. " No doubt they are some beautiful words that invite reading and leave.
Kaplan reminds us of a youth trip in which he decided to travel off-season to meet with many enclaves of rich sea. The great traveler embraced the history and reality of many enclaves hibernating while waiting for the high season came with that made (pun intended) their particular August. Travel to enjoy the quiet and leisurely way without encountering the millions of tourists who flock each summer to this historic sea. That book I'll always remember because I left a spark of curiosity to want to go to the Mediterranean in winter and try to help it with its overcrowded shores summer.
Travelling in winter usually becomes a pleasant experience, and do along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea is often memorable as almost always follows his inimitable shining blue sky and colorful magical waters.
Since I can remember I go to sea in winter, always did with my family in the many beautiful coastal towns of the Cantabrian Sea to bathe in my native Asturias. Perhaps the lure of the sea in winter it is because I do not feel comfortable in crowds, but also may be due to the winter meeting with the ocean seems to me much more wild, intimate and personal.
On the occasions that I have lived in the Mediterranean long as I could I got away in winter to enjoy the calm and relaxed appearance with their coasts out of the season. In places like Cabo de Gata in Almeria I keep excellent memories of pleasant and calm winter weekends. My relationship with the Mediterranean is confusing, I adore its rich history and many of their enclaves, but hate the crowds of summer and am extremely critical of the urban and natural destruction that has occurred in many places.
A trip to Ibiza was a perfect excuse to escape the urban jungle of Barcelona ('ll talk about it) and take pictures winter surplus to an island known worldwide. I must say that I have never had the slightest interest in stepping Ibiza in the summer, I have always been indifferent to its summer atmosphere with its famous main club parties, drunken foreigners, the exorbitant prices or celebrity that floods their beach enclaves.
To put it another way, I am allergic to certain environments and therefore going in winter was certainly a perfect way for a first contact with such a beautiful place.
One of the good things about living in cities like Barcelona or Madrid is the amount of low cost that one can find at reasonable times of the weekend, it becomes possible to leave at the end of Friday afternoon to return Sunday at night. A perfect time to unwind and leave the madding crowd that ever more hate in Barcelona.
Ibiza received me in the dark with a mere 10-degree heat, which obviously is far from the figures for which the island is known. Being on the island in the middle of January with scarf and jacket was something that certainly amused and pleased me.
The first morning I could wake up with the brightness of the sun shining through the window to get slowly to my face. Go outside at dawn she was giving me face to face with a beautiful blue in the color of the sea played with flashes of heaven.
The constant walking through the old part of Ibiza was to meet most of its empty streets, accompanied by the pleasant sea breeze and the beauty of the famous and eternal blue of the Mare Nostrum. Walking through a desert town where old white beautiful old houses is accompanied by different colors on a beautiful blue predominated over others.
Doors and windows with beautiful colors reminded me of the place where I was. The narrow streets deserted businesses showed me a deserved rest after a busy summer that has long left behind.
Relaxed walking through deserted streets and enjoyed the great pleasure of walking and precious silence to listen ...
Kaplan reminds us of a youth trip in which he decided to travel off-season to meet with many enclaves of rich sea. The great traveler embraced the history and reality of many enclaves hibernating while waiting for the high season came with that made (pun intended) their particular August. Travel to enjoy the quiet and leisurely way without encountering the millions of tourists who flock each summer to this historic sea. That book I'll always remember because I left a spark of curiosity to want to go to the Mediterranean in winter and try to help it with its overcrowded shores summer.
Travelling in winter usually becomes a pleasant experience, and do along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea is often memorable as almost always follows his inimitable shining blue sky and colorful magical waters.
Since I can remember I go to sea in winter, always did with my family in the many beautiful coastal towns of the Cantabrian Sea to bathe in my native Asturias. Perhaps the lure of the sea in winter it is because I do not feel comfortable in crowds, but also may be due to the winter meeting with the ocean seems to me much more wild, intimate and personal.
On the occasions that I have lived in the Mediterranean long as I could I got away in winter to enjoy the calm and relaxed appearance with their coasts out of the season. In places like Cabo de Gata in Almeria I keep excellent memories of pleasant and calm winter weekends. My relationship with the Mediterranean is confusing, I adore its rich history and many of their enclaves, but hate the crowds of summer and am extremely critical of the urban and natural destruction that has occurred in many places.
A trip to Ibiza was a perfect excuse to escape the urban jungle of Barcelona ('ll talk about it) and take pictures winter surplus to an island known worldwide. I must say that I have never had the slightest interest in stepping Ibiza in the summer, I have always been indifferent to its summer atmosphere with its famous main club parties, drunken foreigners, the exorbitant prices or celebrity that floods their beach enclaves.
To put it another way, I am allergic to certain environments and therefore going in winter was certainly a perfect way for a first contact with such a beautiful place.
One of the good things about living in cities like Barcelona or Madrid is the amount of low cost that one can find at reasonable times of the weekend, it becomes possible to leave at the end of Friday afternoon to return Sunday at night. A perfect time to unwind and leave the madding crowd that ever more hate in Barcelona.
Ibiza received me in the dark with a mere 10-degree heat, which obviously is far from the figures for which the island is known. Being on the island in the middle of January with scarf and jacket was something that certainly amused and pleased me.
The first morning I could wake up with the brightness of the sun shining through the window to get slowly to my face. Go outside at dawn she was giving me face to face with a beautiful blue in the color of the sea played with flashes of heaven.
The constant walking through the old part of Ibiza was to meet most of its empty streets, accompanied by the pleasant sea breeze and the beauty of the famous and eternal blue of the Mare Nostrum. Walking through a desert town where old white beautiful old houses is accompanied by different colors on a beautiful blue predominated over others.
Doors and windows with beautiful colors reminded me of the place where I was. The narrow streets deserted businesses showed me a deserved rest after a busy summer that has long left behind.
Relaxed walking through deserted streets and enjoyed the great pleasure of walking and precious silence to listen ...
Today's quote is: "I like the Mediterranean because for me is browsing history. Anchor miss the sight of a Roman temple, dive next to a piece of Phoenician amphora, the gods live here, you can see these Homeric sunsets ... it's happiness. "Arturo Perez-Reverte
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