Tossa’s old town, Vila Vella, is a storybook walled village clinging to a cliffside. Walking through the remparts — the ancient stone ramparts — you can almost hear echoes of history: pirates, fishermen, and medieval merchants all once navigating these same streets. The fortress feels cinematic, the kind of place you half-expect a swashbuckler to appear around the corner. And those views! Jagged cliffs, sparkling coves, and beaches that look so perfect they almost shouldn’t exist.

No birthday weekend is complete without indulgence, and Tossa’s culinary scene doesn’t disappoint. We feasted on paella brimming with fresh seafood — prawns, mussels, and the kind of squid that tastes like it came straight from the ocean that morning. Tapas bars line the promenade, each offering something tempting: grilled sardines, bombas (fried potato and meat balls), and chilled glasses of Albariño that paired perfectly with the salty breeze. One evening we stumbled into a small family-run restaurant tucked into a side street; by the end of the night, we were laughing with the owners over glasses of cava, already planning our next visit.