We had thought, after an unusually brisk day in Gibraltar, that we would be able to enjoy a pleasant beach afternoon in Tarifa, which was just a short drive away.
I checked the forecast on my phone, and while it wasn’t promising immense heat – just 24 Celsius – I thought I’d be in the very least be able to sit on the beach with a book.
Upon arrival in Tarifa, the clouds did not look promising. It was only when we stepped outside our rental car and I was nearly blown sideways by the rashest winds I’ve experienced since Iceland, that I knew a beach afternoon was not in the cards.
Tarifa is small, so after checking in at our hostel we walked down to the beach. The wind had swept sand over the sidewalks like a blanket. And the closer we got to the beach, the more sand pelted our faces and bare skin like little bullets. Palm trees swayed and fog clouded the not-so-distant mountains of Morocco, and the town was quiet. But yet, in a country we’d experienced as quite warm and pleasant until now, we still found wind surfers and other beach goers playing and making the most of the day.
Side note: I think this song, which Sharon Van Etten wrote while she was in Tarifa, really captured the mood of the place, wind aside.