The prettiest beach you’ve never heard of Hi! I’m Travel editor Gabe Hiatt. Starting this week, you’ll be hearing more from our staff in this newsletter. We’ll be sharing highlights from our trips, where we’re planning to go next and anything else that’s exciting us in our corner of the internet. The goal is to inspire you to plan your next trip, or just give you a mini vacay from the workday. I’m still thinking about an unexpected delight that I refuse to gatekeep: Playa de Berria. As part of a 10-year anniversary trip with my wife, Beth, I planned a couple days of driving along the north coast of Spain. During one night of browsing Google Maps, I had arbitrarily saved a couple of beaches where we could stop and sunbathe. Within an hour of leaving Santander, we pulled off on a bypass to find a short, straight road lined with cars parked at improvised angles next to houses. We snagged a spot, crossed the street and padded onto a flat yellow beach bookended by two green mountaintops. Kid-size waves leisurely rolled onto the shore as we took in the view and watched the locals relax. For lunch, we left the car where it was and popped into Alikate, a surfer bar where teens with summer jobs served us salads with the richest, briniest olives. We needed vegetables, but the day also required rabas (fried squid) with a spritz-it-yourself lemon wedge and a tall glass of kalimotxo, the Basque cocktail of red wine and Coke. Stops like this make a convincing case for renting a car. Do you know someone who would love this newsletter? Share this link to subscribe. Tips |