Tarifa Beach is one of my favourites in Spain. The crystal clear waters are ridiculously still in summer with the choppier waves making the beach a famous surf spot during Levante season and the winter months. Huge sand dunes, perfect for dune boarding tower over the beach pushing up tufts of sparse bushes every so often.
Wander down the beach and you’ll reach the clay cliffs. Grab a handful of the soft clay and pound it into paste in one of the rock pools then smother it all over your body, face and hair leaving it to completely dry for the most natural free spa treatment you can find. When the sea washes it off, you’ll be left with baby soft hair and skin – just make sure you don’t get the clay on your bikini, it discolours fabric!
With a whole morning spent toasting ourselves on the beach, we dried off, piled everything into the car and headed into the old town for some lunch and exploration. Our stomachs were growling ridiculously by the time we found this cute little tapas restaurant. We managed to order all the tapas (that didn’t include fish) on the menu for just 12 Euros each along with these stunning Tostadas. The staff were incredibly friendly and the food was created fresh in the open kitchen. Locals on their lunch break popped in for a glass of wine, so we knew the food would be incredible and we weren’t wrong.
We perched ourselves on a couple of bar stools surrounding an oversized barrel and the food poured out of the kitchen. Our eyes kept getting wider at the delicious items placed in front of us and we washed it all down with Aquarius – the best soft drink you can find in Spain!
When our feast was over and we paid the tiny bill, we strolled through the streets of Tarifa, darting between the buildings shadows, dodging the heat of mid-day. The town is surprisingly historic, much like a lot of coastal towns in the south of Spain. Built up on the outside, the almost always nurse a secret castle and old town in the centre.
Cultured up for the day, we climbed back into the car (via Lidl to buy a multi-pack of MaxiBons which we consumed all of) and drove back through the mountains towards Sotogrande. Shopping centres in Spain are not to be missed, so passing a huge Shopping Mall on the way home, we had to stop for a spot of retail therapy. I know it’s classed as really cruel, but I secretly love that there are pet shops in the shopping centres. Ben and I very nearly ended up leaving that shopping mall with a little baby Pinscher Puppy… almost.
That evening, Scarlet and her family had invited us over for dinner. Pippa (Scarlet’s Mum) is the most incredible cook ever. I was so excited for Ben to try her food because it is just exceptional. In fact, I really wish Pippa would open a restaurant so I could eat her food every day.
We drank too many bottles of wine, ate so much good food and laughed so much before rolling home to listen to the breaking waves rocking us softly to sleep.