I’m writing this a couple of weeks prior to moving onto our 45 foot Jeanneau Sun Odyssey yacht, which as you probably know from reading our previous blogs, will be our home for the foreseeable future. Up until very recently
I’ve been a Landlubber, which Dictionary.com nicely defines as “an unseasoned sailor or someone unfamiliar with the sea”.
Yup, that about sums me up. I’m less unseasoned since Baz and I learned to sail in Gibraltar in February, but talk to me in a few months and it will be a different story: we’ll be as seasoned as fish and chips from any decent English chippy. Our future blogs will be peppered with accounts of our life as live-aboards. But for now, I want to spend a bit of time reviewing Javea on the Costa Blanca in Spain, which has been our beautiful land based home, thanks to Barry’s generous brother Phil, who is allowing us to stay in his holiday apartment here.
An overview of Javea
In “Barry’s Blog #21 – Words are all I have”, Baz has outlined in excellent detail Javea’s history, which I won’t repeat here. Suffice it to say that Javea is an affluent town situated on the sparkling azure water of the Mediterranean Sea. It is a blend of very old and new and has a picturesque charm that you would expect of a Spanish sea side town.
There is the old harbour where privileged members of the Club Nautico moor their yachts, and where the fishing boats rest nightly between daily trips to catch another haul. Beyond the harbour wall are a handful of mooring buoys, which attract visiting yachts for a night or two.
Close to the harbour is a tapas bar – Bar Cantina Lonja – where the fishermen go for breakfast. Baz and I discovered it one day and went in to the rustic cafe bar where the fishermen were enjoying a rowdy and lively conversation. They spotted the ‘dead cat’ on Barry’s camera mic and we roughly translated their jovial Spanish to mean that they were wondering what that big furry thing was! Barry and I enjoyed tapas and a caña of draft beer and Baz fell in love with Boquerones – marinated white anchovies, which he now lovingly calls “little white fish”. We always have a container of those in the fridge for tapas moments.
To the right of the harbour is the curving beach lined with smooth round white pebbles, where I’ve had the pleasure of discovering small pieces of tumbled beach glass that will one day be additions to jewellery that I’ll be able to craft once we’re on the yacht. The beach is overlooked by delightful bars and restaurants along the wide paved walkway and, when I’ve been up for a 3.2km walk have arrived at the neighbouring town of El Arenal, which is a more touristy side of this area. Along the way, there is evidence of a Roman-era industry; the making of a prized fish sauce which was fermented in large chambers carved out of the rock and fed with sea water through two excavated channels. These chambers and channels can easily be seen and you could be forgiven in thinking that you’re looking at an old quarry. If you’re interested, you can read more about this here.
Perched atop the hill behind Javea are the Molins (windmills), and further along the promontory is the Lighthouse at Cap de San Antoni, which flashes at night and reminds us how close we are to the sea. We loved visiting these old structures and you can have a tour around them in our video ‘Sightseeing around Javea Spain - Sailing A B Sea (Ep.005)’.