Denia! What a trip, time both speed up and slowed down all at once. Truly a metasensory trick for the ages. Friday morning we woke up Red had been up and excited and already out to the beach for Sunrise. I was getting precious hours of sleep. Those were much needed. I woke to being spoiled with eggs, ham, and coffee. A much needed high for the the day, because today we travel by sea to Xàbia. I got over to Kevin and Susans house where we were all meeting up in time to start wave one of the movement. Despite the Citroen Berlingo being a bigger vehicle I still could only haul about 5 at a time and there where indeed 8 of us. With the car loaded we dropped off the first half at the docks and then it was back down the street to pick up the others. This is where I discovered that the port has a paid parking lot. Parking in Spain is an interesting feat in itself. In Denia, it's even more so and especially during the mass influx for tourist season. This became my favorite parking spot. It was even pretty cheap. With all of us at the docks and tickets purchased, we were actually on time... This is a small miracle, especially for a group of burners in Spain.
The boat ride around the Cap de Sant Antoni to Xàbia on the other side of Montgó Massif was beautiful. You could see all the beautiful sea caves and crags from the boat. Not to mention a nice view of the Torre del Gerro, Cova Tallada, and the Far del cap de Sant Antoni. Once around the other side, we saw the beautiful Port de Xàbia and docked on the inside of the breakwater head. From there we hiked down the Puerto Deportivo to "NAU NAU", a little restaurant where we grabbed coffee, water, and of course, beer.
Now in town it would have been about a 4 km walk (about 45 minutes) to get to the beach and shops around Platja de l'Arenal. There are busses and taxi's which we were considering the latter, but we came across the tourist trolley. Which reminded me of a kids train set. With no egos to stroke though and just a few euros each to ride right to our destination off we went. Once there we looked around a bit and decided we all were actually hungry. Directly in front of us was a Fish and Chips place called InCODnito. You can't go wrong with Fish and Chips by the sea and we were right. Not only were they delicious, but the restaurant was owned and run by a British couple so they were completely authentic. With the Bristol sound on the stereo and cod and potatoes filling our bellies it was time for a drink. Susan took us over to Acqua Bar (I think???). While there were claims of the best sangria ever there I couldn't get past the mojito. It was just perfect sitting outside over looking the beach with a refreshing drink in hand.
The boat back was leaving at about 5 PM instead of 7 PM. We didn't want to miss it (could have bussed back but why hassle). We taxied back around to the port and chilled out for a few minutes before the boat arrived. Once home, and everyone was taken back to their perspective houses in waves. Red and I just went to the Mas y Mas and grabbed some snacks for back at the apartment, and chilled out in the A/C until we fell asleep.