It’s the final day of our holiday and I’m finding it difficult to tell the smudges of ex-mosquitoes from the live blood-suckers on the walls and ceiling of our apartment. Several glasses of sangria don’t help my eyesight any, but probably make me care slightly less about being bitten.
Dénia has been wonderful- the town is very quiet and friendly, has a lovely little sandy beach with stunningly clear waters, and a complete lack of the musical beggars, table-side sunglasses and handbag salesmen, and high food and drink prices of Calpe, Benissa, or Moraira. Dénia has everything we like in a destination and only the mosquitoes as a faint negative mark. (Of course, the mozzies could be the fault of the groundskeeping of the resort, and so we’ll not fault Dénia as a whole.)
We’ve bid our favourite haunt farewell (a really outstanding little restaurant and bar called Manduka), have packed our bags, and are draining the last of the sangria reserves. We did not end up with our paella, but have sampled several tapas. The road-trips to both Madrid (to see Picasso’s Guernica) and Valencia were not possible due to Neil’s unfortunate four or five day illness last week. We have, however, explored the region around us fairly thoroughly and have fallen for the Costa Blanca. I’ve got more photos to upload (hopefully you’ve seen my flickr page so far) and I’m certain that we’ll consider Dénia for an upcoming holiday. Next time though, I’m bringing mosquito repellant.
[Of note- places we’ve been in Spain: Dénia, Pego, Vall de Gallinera, Alcoy, Vall de Guadalest, Castell de Guadalest, Altea, Calpe (y Peñón de Ifach), Moraira, Benissa, Jávea, Cabo de Sant Antoni, and through many more.]