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June 6, 2012
From there the bus climbs painfully, at every turn threatening to tumble down the steep olive groves and onto the dusty field road, far below. The bay of Costa Brava comes into full view, delineated by the long sweep of the sandy beach, as far as the eye can see. High rise hotels cluster along the shore. One, left behind by the pack, stands awkwardly in the middle of town, looking excluded. We turn, and a rockier coast opens before us. Orange mountains plunge into the open sea, and small towns of pure white cling on at the water's edge.