I have a hard time envisioning a trip to Spain as a “beach trip” – but that is clearly a different point of view from many (northern)  Europeans.  Turns out this is a pretty good beach town (with standup paddle boards and everything).

But forget those pasty folks. This is why we are near the beach:

Yep. Best ever, as reported. I’ll be rethinking ours. Including how to find those sweet prawns stateside. 

Joining the pasty folks again, we went to a flamenco show at the Palau de Musica. A visually stunning venue (if a bit of an acoustic disaster), it was an appropriate setting for a ridiculously talented set of flamenco dancers and singers who left you wondering how (and why) they perform in that tremendously physical way.