Named for the Northern Wind that cools this seaside town, this tiny hotel is aptly named. Sitting atop the tallest hill in town, and surrounded by picturesque winding streets, this place is an absolute gem where you will be lilted to sleep each night by the sound of its namesake breeze.
Carles and Rose are the locally born-and-bred couple that own and operate this lovely spot. All the rooms are recently renovated and feature a modern Catalan esthetic of clean lines and slick design in a white-to-neutral palate. We chose the pine room – the whistling of the wind racing through the pine needles created the sweetest lullaby, and kept us in bed a bit longer than expected each morning.
Suffice to say that we came for one night, stayed three, and nearly begged Rose to kick one of the French couples out and give us their room. Even with my trusty “pesada” Catalan negotiator at my side, Rose stood by her reservation policy and refused to treat the Frenchies shabbily. We were only half-joking, anyway.
To be honest, this is the kind of place that you’re afraid to write about: you don’t want them to get too much exposure because you’re afraid to lose your place in line. That said, everything was perfect. The breakfast was spot-on each morning and Carles is happy to use his electric golf cart to haul you to the head of the hiking trails on the other side of town. I know I’ll be back here soon.
Tramuntana Hotel, Carrer de la Torre, 9, 17488 Cadaqués, Girona, Spain