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We’re travelling in the first half of May – the beaches and alleys are still almost empty. The evenings are cool, and the first few nights bring rain. But each morning, nature feels lush, the world freshly washed, and the early Mediterranean sun bathes everything in warm tones. The light on the Costa Brava has a magic of its own. Every hour changes the palette of sky and sea – in the morning, everything glows with soft gold; at midday, it turns a brilliant blue; by evening, the rocks burn with shifting shades of red. I catch myself mentally noting
