Punta del Raset
Sagrario and I had spent some time of a little beach hidden behind the entrance to the Punta del Raset, a recently constructed complex of restaurants and marine-related shops and services. What extends from, there, however, is the northern breakwater that guards the entrance to the port. I decided to explore it on this (yet another) sunny day.
It seemed that I was the only visitor to the area; I never passed a soul and, to be honest, it made my imagination go a little further afield than I normally like. Visions of drug smuggling operations going on behind the high stone walls lining the jetty, boats bringing illicit cargo and not wanting to be seen by some intrepid tourist who doesn’t know that going for a walk in the middle of the afternoon just isn’t done in Spain (all Spaniards being at home enjoying their siesta, of course). If anything like that had been going on, I was sure they could never let me live to tell the tale, at least that’s what always happens in movies. I’d be that unfortunate innocent bystander getting caught up in international intrigue and no-one would even know I was gone. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. None of that happened, clearly, and the area is, I’m sure, quite visible from many points, so I was never in danger; there is something to be said, however, to an imagination fuelled by way too many mystery and suspense series on Netflix and Amazon Prime. Blame them.
The jetty is long and built mainly out of massive cubes of concrete. It looks like a collection of huge dice some giants left behind after a Yahtzee game. What I loved most of all was the fact that, since I was the only one there, I could take my mask off and breathe the wonderful sea air. That alone was worth all the anxiety I had put myself through. At the end of the jetty I found the green lighthouse and what is called the Miramar Port y Dénia which is a very strange name for a lookout spot. I had to sit down on the steps of the lighthouse for a little while and read my book while enjoying the sound of the crashing waves and the wind whispering in my ears.
To my chagrin, however, it wasn’t long that I was joined by a couple separate groups of people who managed to follow me there, and not only did I have to don the mask again, they got in the sight lines of my photos — I knew it was time to go back.
As I neared the main esplanade I spotted a couple of border collies walking along the path, their owner a few meters behind, neither dog on a leash. Obviously these are very good bois not requiring any silly things like a leash to keep them close. I was very impressed, indeed. I also decided that this area, with its many benches and fantastic views, would be an awesome place to come, sit, and read a book, especially since it’s so close to my little house. I vowed to make it a habit in the days to come and maybe, just maybe, I’ll see these two doggos again.
