Opposite the Postiguet beach in Alicante is a cave that penetrates the depths of Mount Benacantil. It is not a cave to use, rather it is a narrow corridor cut into the rock. Finally there is an elevator that leads us to other times. At the other end of the lift, 165 meters up, stands the castle of Santa Barbara, a rocky fortress overlooking the bay of Alicante. 'Impregnable' is perhaps the word most commonly used to describe it. But the castle has been the scene of many battles that have not always ended well for its defenders. This bloody past together with its use more as a prison than a palace has fuelled its fame as an enchanted castle. Many have been the lovers of the oc

On the coast of Huelva, just 15 kilometres from Punta Umbria, tidal movements have built up sand over hundreds of years and, between Piedras estuary and the Atlantic Ocean, have created a paradise of a golden beach 12 kilometres long. Some call it the Rompido Arrow, others New Umbria and it is more similar to the Caribbean coast than Huelva. Three Euros and four minutes get you there. Each day a boat crosses the few tourists who want to explore this virgin beach dotted with gorse. Here there are no bars, no showers, and no supermarkets. Only sand and sea. The surf is not very strong due to the river currents and many take advantage of the tranquillity of the area to do nudism. In the

According to the ancient Romans, the sun god Phoebus released his horses of fire on the beaches of Sanlúcar de Barrameda to rest and run free. This mythological tale has something of prophecy and is easy to see in the August afternoons in Sanlúcar, when tens of horses gallop by the sea against the falling sun. The beaches in this area of Cadiz fill with tourists and fans to watch the oldest horse races in the country. Its origin is less mythological and more prosaic than you might imagine. In the 18th century, the fishermen transported their goods at night to avoid paying the high levies charged in the area. Their inevitable hurrying caused rivalry between the different

  To catch the perfect wave, the trick lies in waiting, in rowing while the wave comes in. The sea provides. The wind and the breeze give the balance. Just you, Somo and the sea foam. The Mecca of surfing in Cantabria.   There is a Hawai in Spain. Somo, a village of Ribamontán al Mar (Cantabria), has become a reference for wave riders from Spain and elsewhere. This beach of the Ribamontán del Sur (Cantabria) region has earned its fame for crests. Every year, hundreds of surfers come to this small coastal village to face a Cantábrico sea that was thought indomitable.    The no more than 2,000 people who live in the place have lea

  In this case, the pirate flag points to the treasure, and not to the ship. The maps locate its position between the western Mediterranean sky and the arid desert in the southeast of Spain. Here is El Bar de Jo, a picturesque premises (to describe it in some way) for drinks, which gathers motorcyclists, rock 'n' roll fanatics with tattoos, allergic summer-goers and the crowds and lovers of legendary dawns.   It all started about 20 years ago when Jo, a French motorcyclist, decided to set up in Los Escullos, a setting between the sea and the Cabo de Gata hills on the eastern coast of Almería. Here he built a small beach huts between ficus trees,