It's a beautiful high and curvy drive over the mountain to get into Cadaques, the one lane town that bends sharp around a rough bay. I think this was my favorite place--a white washed, wind-torn old salt town and a short drive into the Cap de Creus peninsula, the rocky, northern-most part of Spain that juts out into the sea. Dalí was raised in Cadaques and built a house with his wife here as well. It has a really rugged and isolated feel and in the early 1900's, some of the residents, mainly fishermen, were more familiar with Italy across the water than Figueres, the little city 30km inland.
We drank hot puddingy chocolates by day, beer in the little heated bar on the beach at twilight, and god-knows-what by night. Salvador's house was closed but we walked around the outside and made friends with the local cats.