We booked it on a whim on a Thursday night and by Saturday morning we were driving with the windows down, a flask of coffee between us and no plan beyond the sea.
The little town clung to the cliffs the way postcards promise. We walked down to the bay before breakfast, when the water was glassy and the only other people up were fishermen.
I took far too many photographs and not nearly enough notes, but I did write down one rule for next time: leave one afternoon completely empty. That was the best part of the trip.
If you are tired and need a reset, pick somewhere close, pack light and go for just two nights. It is enough.