Dénia

After finishing the window install in Vilassar de Mar, we followed the coastline south and ended up in a city called Dénia. It’s one of those stops you don’t plan for, but feel glad you stumbled into.

The old castle sits on the hill, watching over the city. Walking its streets, you get the sense that life here has always carried on in a mix of noise, laughter, and sea breeze.

Friday night turned into something unexpected. We found ourselves in the middle of a street party that started with food, music, and drinks. By the time the evening deepened, the whole thing had shifted into a street disco. DJs set up right there in the open, and the narrow streets filled with dancing. Everyone — locals, travellers, strangers — moved together like old friends.

We ended the night sweaty, happy, and a little dizzy from the beer. Dénia treated us well. We met a lot of lovely locals and fellow travellers — the kind of people who make a place stick with you long after you’ve moved on.