Yesterday we met up with a bunch of friends for a long, lazy lunch at one of our favourite restaurants, the Hostal La Fosca. We enjoyed some fabulous food and a good catch up, and then everyone headed for the beach. The children had their hearts set on an afternoon of messing around on pedalos, the grown ups wanted to stretch out in the sun and chat, but something else, the ancient castle of St. Esteve, sitting on the near horizon caught my eye. La Fosca with the Castle of St. Esteve de Mar in the background Now I have to 'fess up: I'm not really much of a beach person. I love going to the beach, but I have to be doing things on the beach - swimming, looking for Emi's little beasts in rock pools, combing the sand for treasure in the form of shells and sea glass. This business of just lying in the sun is not really for me, so I peeled away from my friends on the pretext of walking the Wonder Dog to go and explore. La Fosca With the Wonder Dog trotting along at my heels, I wandered off along the coastal path to the Castle of St. Esteve, clinging to the rock face, from which it has guarded the bay of La Fosca for close to a millennium. The first documented reference to this castle appears in the year 1063. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar, Costa Brava, Catalonia Originally some Roman patrician had a villa on this site. They think that he may have chosen to build it on a pre-existing Iberian settlement that fell to the Romans when they conquered this part of the world and incorporated it into their empire. The castle takes its name from a chapel within which was dedicated to St Esteve de Mar. Another deed of 1272 records the right of the feudal lord, who lived here, to collect a tithe of the fish landed on the beach of La Fosca, where we had lunch, and where the rest of my companions were enjoying the sun. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar In 1277 it was bought on the instructions of the King, Pedro the Great, with a view to forming part of the coastal defences supporting his new port in nearby Palamós. Pedro had wanted to open another naval base north of Barcelona for his fleet, and, after some thought and advice from his ministers, chose Palamós. By the fourteenth century it had been retired from its defensive duties and had become a farmhouse with a pretty spectacular view, where a local family lived, and, no doubt, spent much of their time looking out to sea. However in the sixteenth century, when the coast was being harried by Barbary pirates it was refortified to play its part once again in defending the coast. And much, much later, during the sad years of the Spanish Civil War, it was again refortified with barbed wire and machine guns to control the bay. The Wonder Dog and I walked on along the path until we came upon the Cala de s'Alguer. Fishermen have lived here since the early sixteenth century, and it remains unspoilt: a little jewel of a place, frozen in time, that seems to belong to another age. Then as now, the best way in and out is by boat. Cala de s'Alguer But things could have turned out very differently. This beautiful little settlement was once ear-marked for demolition by General Franco. But, as luck would have it, on the very day on which the pueblicto was to be destroyed the dictator died, and it was given a reprieve in the confusion that followed. Happily it survived, and today it has listed building protection. Cala de s'Alguer The Wonder Dog and I walked back along the cliff tops enjoying that magical hour in the afternoon when the sun starts to lose some of its heat and the shadows start to lengthen. La Fosca Then we came upon a rather sinister piece of graffiti. In Catalan, fosa común means mass grave ... . I don't know which mass grave it's referring to. It occurred to me that it might be a contemporary reference to all those poor souls who are perishing in the Mediterranean as they try to reach a safe haven here in Europe. La Fosca We rounded another corner, where the graffiti artists seemed to have been in a happier frame of mind. I came upon this cheeky little chap, who reminded me of the Wonder Dog, and made me smile again. La Fosca All the best for now, Bonny x
L'année dernière, le temps d'un week-end, je suis partie à la découverte de la Costa Brava. Et plus particulièrement de Palamos et la Fosca. Une destination particulièrement agréable, à deux heures de la frontière par la C-31 en juin, avec le soleil mais sans les touristes ! Palamos : une ville portuaire de la Costa
Autora: Eva Mejuto. Ilustrador: Sergio Mora. Editorial: Kalandraka. Para estrenar el blog, he elegido este cuent...
Había una vez una mosca fosca que vivía en el bosque. Harta de zumbar y dar vueltas sin parar, decidió hacer una casa. Podré dormir en la cama, podré estar muy calentita, preparar ricos pasteles y recibir mil visitas... La mosca fosca se cansó de zumbar sin rumbo y construyó una casa para tener un lugar donde recibir a otros habitantes del bosque. Hizo un pastel de moras, puso siete banquetas y siete platos. Y, con el aroma de la tarta, fueron apareciendo -del más pequeñajo al más grandullón- siete curiosos animales.
Antes de llegar al núcleo iremos encontrando diferentes infraestructuras vinculadas a la central hidroeléctrica de Molinos, como la tubería forzada y la vía del funicular. Justamente por esta zona pasa el camino del canal, de la red de senderos de la Vall Fosca. La … Continuado
En las próximas semanas, en nuestro peculiar viaje arquitectónico, nos centraremos en las casas de los cuentos. poco a poco iremos descubriendo que personajes de los cuentos viven en cada casa. He …
Ctra. de la Fosca, 24 | Passeig de la Fosca, 24, 17230 Palamós, España
A la espera de la llegada de Moli que se está retrasando, hemos decidido repasar el Proyecto de los animales que estuvimos trabajando con Nu...
Us proposem descobrir un munt de poblacions des dels allotjaments arran de mar més bé de preu que hem trobat a Airbnb des de la Costa Brava fins a la Costa Daurada
En las próximas semanas, en nuestro peculiar viaje arquitectónico, nos centraremos en las casas de los cuentos. poco a poco iremos descubriendo que personajes de los cuentos viven en cada casa. He …
La plage de Sant Esteve de la Fosca, connue aussi comme la Fosca, est située dans la baie du même nom, au nord de Palamos. C’est la plage la plus spectaculaire et aimée par les habitants de Palamós à cause de la beauté de son ... Lire plus
La casa de la mosca Fosca Ya sabéis que soy una fan de los libros y sobre todo de los libros infantiles. Os voy a enseñar uno que estamos contando este trimestre dentro de nuestro proyecto, se llama "La casa de la mosca Fosca" es de Kalandraka. La adaptación la ha hecho Eva Mejuto y el ilustrador es Sergio Mora. Se trata de un cuento ruso. La mosca fosca está cansada de estar todo el día volando y decide hacerse una casa. Una vez que la tiene hecha decide hacer una fiesta y coloca 7 platos y 7 banquetas y cocina un pastel de moras. ¿Quiénes serán los invitados? Es un cuento encadenado muy divertido y los animales que aparecen tienen rima. Además nos permite trabajar los números ordinales y los cardinales. Así que es un cuento de lo más completo. Le hemos contado en clase varias veces y hemos jugado con una idea genial que he encontrado en facebook en el perfil "Pequeideas" del 10 de marzo de este año. El mantel lo he hecho un papel de regalo de cuadros azules. He impreso en cartulina blanca las imágenes del Facebook de Pequeideas y después lo he plastificado todo. Y este es el resultado. "La casa de la mosca Fosca" Os dejo el enlace a las plantillas de este cuento y de muchos más que tiene y sobre todo os animo a dar "Me gusta" a su página. Y aquí os dejo el enlace al libro por si os lo queréis comprar.
La plage de Sant Esteve de la Fosca, connue aussi comme la Fosca, est située dans la baie du même nom, au nord de Palamos. C’est la plage la plus spectaculaire et aimée par les habitants de Palamós à cause de la beauté de son ... Lire plus
La casa de la mosca Fosca Ya sabéis que soy una fan de los libros y sobre todo de los libros infantiles. Os voy a enseñar uno que estamos contando este trimestre dentro de nuestro proyecto, se llama "La casa de la mosca Fosca" es de Kalandraka. La adaptación la ha hecho Eva Mejuto y el ilustrador es Sergio Mora. Se trata de un cuento ruso. La mosca fosca está cansada de estar todo el día volando y decide hacerse una casa. Una vez que la tiene hecha decide hacer una fiesta y coloca 7 platos y 7 banquetas y cocina un pastel de moras. ¿Quiénes serán los invitados? Es un cuento encadenado muy divertido y los animales que aparecen tienen rima. Además nos permite trabajar los números ordinales y los cardinales. Así que es un cuento de lo más completo. Le hemos contado en clase varias veces y hemos jugado con una idea genial que he encontrado en facebook en el perfil "Pequeideas" del 10 de marzo de este año. El mantel lo he hecho un papel de regalo de cuadros azules. He impreso en cartulina blanca las imágenes del Facebook de Pequeideas y después lo he plastificado todo. Y este es el resultado. "La casa de la mosca Fosca" Os dejo el enlace a las plantillas de este cuento y de muchos más que tiene y sobre todo os animo a dar "Me gusta" a su página. Y aquí os dejo el enlace al libro por si os lo queréis comprar.
LA CASA INVISIBLE Carme CardonaIl·lustracions: Alba López Soler256 pàgines a tot colorEstar en un núvol, núm. 4III Premi Diafebus de Novel·la Juvenil [Premis Lletraferit 2020] Alba, abandonada pels seus pares en una misteriosa casa amagada en els boscos d’Irlanda, és una xiqueta marcada per una màgia fosca i perillosa. Entre encantadores, savis, dracs i druides que afonen les seues arrels en la mitologia gaèlica, tractarà de buscar la seua pròpia identitat.Qui és Alba en veritat? Per què la custodien i la temen? La Casa Invisible proposa un viatge fascinant a un univers en què les coses extraordinàries s’entrecreuen amb el descobriment de l’amor, la traïció i el coratge. Una fita de la literatura fantàstica en valencià. CARME CARDONA BARTUAL (Benaguasil, 1980) és professora de Valencià, Llengua i Literatura en un institut del Camp de Túria. Ha rebut els premis Ciutat de Manises 2010, Igualtat La Pobla de Vallbona 2020 i Pascual Enguídanos - George H. White de Llíria 2020, i és coneguda pel seu activisme literari en les xarxes socials, especialment des de l’Instagram @bookcarmecarmeta. Amb La Casa Invisible ha guanyat el Premi Diafebus de Novel·la Juvenil 2020. ALBA LÓPEZ SOLER (Benissa, 1987) és il·lustradora i tatuadora. Llicenciada en Belles Arts per la Universitat Politècnica de València i especialitzada en il·lustració, dissenya creatiu i gravat. www.albalopezsoler.com
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Fins ara hem fet fotografia en senders de muntanya, ara farem senderisme al costat del mar. Anada i tornada de “Platja fosca” fins les illes formigues, passant per la cala s’Algue…
Yesterday we met up with a bunch of friends for a long, lazy lunch at one of our favourite restaurants, the Hostal La Fosca. We enjoyed some fabulous food and a good catch up, and then everyone headed for the beach. The children had their hearts set on an afternoon of messing around on pedalos, the grown ups wanted to stretch out in the sun and chat, but something else, the ancient castle of St. Esteve, sitting on the near horizon caught my eye. La Fosca with the Castle of St. Esteve de Mar in the background Now I have to 'fess up: I'm not really much of a beach person. I love going to the beach, but I have to be doing things on the beach - swimming, looking for Emi's little beasts in rock pools, combing the sand for treasure in the form of shells and sea glass. This business of just lying in the sun is not really for me, so I peeled away from my friends on the pretext of walking the Wonder Dog to go and explore. La Fosca With the Wonder Dog trotting along at my heels, I wandered off along the coastal path to the Castle of St. Esteve, clinging to the rock face, from which it has guarded the bay of La Fosca for close to a millennium. The first documented reference to this castle appears in the year 1063. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar, Costa Brava, Catalonia Originally some Roman patrician had a villa on this site. They think that he may have chosen to build it on a pre-existing Iberian settlement that fell to the Romans when they conquered this part of the world and incorporated it into their empire. The castle takes its name from a chapel within which was dedicated to St Esteve de Mar. Another deed of 1272 records the right of the feudal lord, who lived here, to collect a tithe of the fish landed on the beach of La Fosca, where we had lunch, and where the rest of my companions were enjoying the sun. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar In 1277 it was bought on the instructions of the King, Pedro the Great, with a view to forming part of the coastal defences supporting his new port in nearby Palamós. Pedro had wanted to open another naval base north of Barcelona for his fleet, and, after some thought and advice from his ministers, chose Palamós. By the fourteenth century it had been retired from its defensive duties and had become a farmhouse with a pretty spectacular view, where a local family lived, and, no doubt, spent much of their time looking out to sea. However in the sixteenth century, when the coast was being harried by Barbary pirates it was refortified to play its part once again in defending the coast. And much, much later, during the sad years of the Spanish Civil War, it was again refortified with barbed wire and machine guns to control the bay. The Wonder Dog and I walked on along the path until we came upon the Cala de s'Alguer. Fishermen have lived here since the early sixteenth century, and it remains unspoilt: a little jewel of a place, frozen in time, that seems to belong to another age. Then as now, the best way in and out is by boat. Cala de s'Alguer But things could have turned out very differently. This beautiful little settlement was once ear-marked for demolition by General Franco. But, as luck would have it, on the very day on which the pueblicto was to be destroyed the dictator died, and it was given a reprieve in the confusion that followed. Happily it survived, and today it has listed building protection. Cala de s'Alguer The Wonder Dog and I walked back along the cliff tops enjoying that magical hour in the afternoon when the sun starts to lose some of its heat and the shadows start to lengthen. La Fosca Then we came upon a rather sinister piece of graffiti. In Catalan, fosa común means mass grave ... . I don't know which mass grave it's referring to. It occurred to me that it might be a contemporary reference to all those poor souls who are perishing in the Mediterranean as they try to reach a safe haven here in Europe. La Fosca We rounded another corner, where the graffiti artists seemed to have been in a happier frame of mind. I came upon this cheeky little chap, who reminded me of the Wonder Dog, and made me smile again. La Fosca All the best for now, Bonny x
Looking for a beach-side, child-friendly, dog-welcoming restaurant set on a pristine beach in a beautiful cove on the Costa Brava? Well, you might like to try this place! It's a strong favourite with us for family get-togethers. We like to sit outside in a big rowdy posse on sunny days and look at this: Last Saturday lunch-time, when we got together for a family jamboree, the water was full of surfers. Now none of us knows anything about surfing, but we quickly turned into a table of critics and spent a merry half hour telling one another why the dudes on the boards were failing to make an impact on any of the waves that were crashing onto the shore. It's amazing how a nice bottle of vino, congenial company and a plate of good food can give you the confidence to critique a sport that you know absolutely zilch about ... . At the other end of the cove there's an ancient ruin that we've always been too greedy for food to go and explore. One of these days ... . I can't pretend it's a fancy-pants place with starched tablecloths and a silver service: it isn't. It's an unpretentious beach joint with plastic tables on an outdoor terrace with friendly waiters and a laid-back attitude to both boisterous children and their pets. The Wonder Dog was welcome, and he spent a happy time in the shade under the table making puppy-dog eyes at people in the hope that they'd toss a bit of fish in his direction. And there were three or four other reasonably behaved pooches there doing their thing, and nobody - patrons or staff - seemed to mind the odd woof that escaped when they got over-excited about a newcomer. The children were happy as they could race up and down the beach between courses or during those interludes when adult conversation sounded especially boring. It was hot, hot, hot out in the sun, so the nice folk who run the restaurant gave us hats to borrow, which was of course a cue for a whole load of silly jokes about how we looked. In fact if they'd provided a floor act I don't think we'd have had anything like so much fun as we had with the sun hats, but that probably says more about us than the hats ... . It won't come as a surprise to reveal that the menu is heavily weighted in favour of seafood. They had some great sonsos (tiny little fried fish that the people out here go nuts for). A nice chap explained to me once that they were really sand worms, which didn't pitch them very attractively to my gastronomic tastes. But if he's right and they really are sand worms, then they're the tastiest sand worms on the planet. Someone else told me that they're full of phosphorus, which is apparently a valuable mineral to stock up on, and probably very useful too if you have ambitions to glow in the dark (!). In any event, give them a try: with a squeeze of lemon, they're delicious. For main courses they offer a mean paella or a fideuà, which is a type of paella made using vermicelli-like noodles in place of rice. And whilst I'm not a fan of desserts they've got a good selection of local favourites on offer too. But really, with a view like this, it's easy not to concentrate on the food: If you're going to be in the Palámos area, and you'd like to try somewhere out of town: check it out. You can find their website here: Hostal La Fosca. All the best for now, Bonny x
Yesterday we met up with a bunch of friends for a long, lazy lunch at one of our favourite restaurants, the Hostal La Fosca. We enjoyed some fabulous food and a good catch up, and then everyone headed for the beach. The children had their hearts set on an afternoon of messing around on pedalos, the grown ups wanted to stretch out in the sun and chat, but something else, the ancient castle of St. Esteve, sitting on the near horizon caught my eye. La Fosca with the Castle of St. Esteve de Mar in the background Now I have to 'fess up: I'm not really much of a beach person. I love going to the beach, but I have to be doing things on the beach - swimming, looking for Emi's little beasts in rock pools, combing the sand for treasure in the form of shells and sea glass. This business of just lying in the sun is not really for me, so I peeled away from my friends on the pretext of walking the Wonder Dog to go and explore. La Fosca With the Wonder Dog trotting along at my heels, I wandered off along the coastal path to the Castle of St. Esteve, clinging to the rock face, from which it has guarded the bay of La Fosca for close to a millennium. The first documented reference to this castle appears in the year 1063. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar, Costa Brava, Catalonia Originally some Roman patrician had a villa on this site. They think that he may have chosen to build it on a pre-existing Iberian settlement that fell to the Romans when they conquered this part of the world and incorporated it into their empire. The castle takes its name from a chapel within which was dedicated to St Esteve de Mar. Another deed of 1272 records the right of the feudal lord, who lived here, to collect a tithe of the fish landed on the beach of La Fosca, where we had lunch, and where the rest of my companions were enjoying the sun. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar In 1277 it was bought on the instructions of the King, Pedro the Great, with a view to forming part of the coastal defences supporting his new port in nearby Palamós. Pedro had wanted to open another naval base north of Barcelona for his fleet, and, after some thought and advice from his ministers, chose Palamós. By the fourteenth century it had been retired from its defensive duties and had become a farmhouse with a pretty spectacular view, where a local family lived, and, no doubt, spent much of their time looking out to sea. However in the sixteenth century, when the coast was being harried by Barbary pirates it was refortified to play its part once again in defending the coast. And much, much later, during the sad years of the Spanish Civil War, it was again refortified with barbed wire and machine guns to control the bay. The Wonder Dog and I walked on along the path until we came upon the Cala de s'Alguer. Fishermen have lived here since the early sixteenth century, and it remains unspoilt: a little jewel of a place, frozen in time, that seems to belong to another age. Then as now, the best way in and out is by boat. Cala de s'Alguer But things could have turned out very differently. This beautiful little settlement was once ear-marked for demolition by General Franco. But, as luck would have it, on the very day on which the pueblicto was to be destroyed the dictator died, and it was given a reprieve in the confusion that followed. Happily it survived, and today it has listed building protection. Cala de s'Alguer The Wonder Dog and I walked back along the cliff tops enjoying that magical hour in the afternoon when the sun starts to lose some of its heat and the shadows start to lengthen. La Fosca Then we came upon a rather sinister piece of graffiti. In Catalan, fosa común means mass grave ... . I don't know which mass grave it's referring to. It occurred to me that it might be a contemporary reference to all those poor souls who are perishing in the Mediterranean as they try to reach a safe haven here in Europe. La Fosca We rounded another corner, where the graffiti artists seemed to have been in a happier frame of mind. I came upon this cheeky little chap, who reminded me of the Wonder Dog, and made me smile again. La Fosca All the best for now, Bonny x
Yesterday we met up with a bunch of friends for a long, lazy lunch at one of our favourite restaurants, the Hostal La Fosca. We enjoyed some fabulous food and a good catch up, and then everyone headed for the beach. The children had their hearts set on an afternoon of messing around on pedalos, the grown ups wanted to stretch out in the sun and chat, but something else, the ancient castle of St. Esteve, sitting on the near horizon caught my eye. La Fosca with the Castle of St. Esteve de Mar in the background Now I have to 'fess up: I'm not really much of a beach person. I love going to the beach, but I have to be doing things on the beach - swimming, looking for Emi's little beasts in rock pools, combing the sand for treasure in the form of shells and sea glass. This business of just lying in the sun is not really for me, so I peeled away from my friends on the pretext of walking the Wonder Dog to go and explore. La Fosca With the Wonder Dog trotting along at my heels, I wandered off along the coastal path to the Castle of St. Esteve, clinging to the rock face, from which it has guarded the bay of La Fosca for close to a millennium. The first documented reference to this castle appears in the year 1063. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar, Costa Brava, Catalonia Originally some Roman patrician had a villa on this site. They think that he may have chosen to build it on a pre-existing Iberian settlement that fell to the Romans when they conquered this part of the world and incorporated it into their empire. The castle takes its name from a chapel within which was dedicated to St Esteve de Mar. Another deed of 1272 records the right of the feudal lord, who lived here, to collect a tithe of the fish landed on the beach of La Fosca, where we had lunch, and where the rest of my companions were enjoying the sun. Castle of St. Esteve de Mar In 1277 it was bought on the instructions of the King, Pedro the Great, with a view to forming part of the coastal defences supporting his new port in nearby Palamós. Pedro had wanted to open another naval base north of Barcelona for his fleet, and, after some thought and advice from his ministers, chose Palamós. By the fourteenth century it had been retired from its defensive duties and had become a farmhouse with a pretty spectacular view, where a local family lived, and, no doubt, spent much of their time looking out to sea. However in the sixteenth century, when the coast was being harried by Barbary pirates it was refortified to play its part once again in defending the coast. And much, much later, during the sad years of the Spanish Civil War, it was again refortified with barbed wire and machine guns to control the bay. The Wonder Dog and I walked on along the path until we came upon the Cala de s'Alguer. Fishermen have lived here since the early sixteenth century, and it remains unspoilt: a little jewel of a place, frozen in time, that seems to belong to another age. Then as now, the best way in and out is by boat. Cala de s'Alguer But things could have turned out very differently. This beautiful little settlement was once ear-marked for demolition by General Franco. But, as luck would have it, on the very day on which the pueblicto was to be destroyed the dictator died, and it was given a reprieve in the confusion that followed. Happily it survived, and today it has listed building protection. Cala de s'Alguer The Wonder Dog and I walked back along the cliff tops enjoying that magical hour in the afternoon when the sun starts to lose some of its heat and the shadows start to lengthen. La Fosca Then we came upon a rather sinister piece of graffiti. In Catalan, fosa común means mass grave ... . I don't know which mass grave it's referring to. It occurred to me that it might be a contemporary reference to all those poor souls who are perishing in the Mediterranean as they try to reach a safe haven here in Europe. La Fosca We rounded another corner, where the graffiti artists seemed to have been in a happier frame of mind. I came upon this cheeky little chap, who reminded me of the Wonder Dog, and made me smile again. La Fosca All the best for now, Bonny x
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