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More about the land of crystal water.

Today I will write again about Cadaqués and Cap de Creus. Because this is a very beautiful place. As I said, that was the land of Dalí
A land near the mediterranean sea, where water is clean like a crystal, forests arrive to the sea's waves, the wind smell salt, and many times we can hear the sound of the ancient sailor songs, and the sound of "Havaneres", the songs that sailors sung in the XIX century when they travelled to Cuba for trade or for the war. These are songs that fill hearts of nostalgy. 
A land with a lot of little inlets, usually lonely inlets, where people can swim and sunbathe without clothes, freely. Some people say that this is the most beautiful land of the Earth. I don't know if this is the most beautiful land in the Earth, but I can tell you that the beauty of this country is so sublime like the lines of a nude body under the sun, like the reflex of cupper skin with the daylight. 
Unfortunately, as I said too, an excessive amount of turists has stolen a little part of the charming  magic of this place; but if you travel there on may or june, or september, you can still find those freedom and original beauty that Earth had once upon a time. 
This is a place to escape from world acceleration. I hope you visit and enjoy that place.    


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