There are moments in life that change how we experience the road. For instance, driving the Ferrari F8 Spider along the winding Costa Brava coastline was one of those rare moments for me. Right from the start, the experience felt extraordinary. As soon as I pressed the red start button in Tossa de Mar, I knew this wouldn’t be just another drive. Immediately, the growl of the V8 engine filled the air. Meanwhile, the scent of salt and pine drifted through the open roof. In combination with the rhythm of the curves, these sensations created something almost cinematic. Without a doubt, it was the beginning of a journey I would never forget.
The day I met the Ferrari F8 Spider
I had reserved the Ferrari F8 Spider through DDLuxuryCar in Barcelona. The process was smooth, and the moment I saw it — painted in classic Rosso Corsa red, shimmering in the sunlight — my pulse jumped. This wasn’t just a car; it was a symbol of passion, precision, and design excellence.
As I slid into the cockpit, I immediately noticed how everything felt intentional. The controls, the seats, the visibility — all aimed at one goal: performance. Before long, the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the city. Soon after, I left Barcelona behind, chasing the golden coastal light as the road guided me toward Tossa de Mar.
Starting in Tossa de Mar
Tossa is one of those places where the sea and stone blend together seamlessly. As I arrived, the medieval fortress towered above the small beach, casting long shadows across the bay. Shortly after parking, I lowered the hardtop, letting the morning air fill the cabin. With a gentle turn of the steering wheel, I was instantly reminded of what I was driving — the Ferrari F8 Spider wasn’t just here to look good; rather, it was built to move.
Moments later, as the city slowly gave way to the rugged coastal cliffs, the real journey began to unfold. With the top down and the twin-turbocharged V8 purring confidently behind me, I felt deeply connected to every curve of the road. From one bend to the next, the Spider hugged the asphalt with ease, effortlessly responding to even the slightest movements. As a result, each kilometer felt more alive than the last.
Along the curves of Sant Feliu and beyond
Not far from Tossa, the road twisted toward Sant Feliu de Guíxols. Each corner felt like a brushstroke on a giant canvas, revealing new views of the Mediterranean below. I couldn’t resist stopping at a viewpoint to soak it in. The Ferrari’s sleek lines framed by sea and sky drew the attention of a few passersby — but I was too focused on the next stretch.
Soon, I reached Platja d’Aro and later Begur. Here the hills got steeper, the roads tighter, and the drive more intense. The Ferrari F8 Spider handled it all effortlessly. It was agile yet grounded, aggressive yet controlled. It didn’t just follow the road — it led it.
At Pals, I paused for a quick lunch. Sitting in a terrace with the car parked nearby, I watched tourists take pictures of it. I smiled, remembering how long I had dreamed of such a moment.
The joy of pure driving
After leaving Pals behind, I aimed north once again, this time heading toward the wild beauty of Cap de Creus. As I continued, the road began to narrow, winding tightly along the rugged cliffs. At that point, the soundtrack was no longer music — instead, it was the sound of the Ferrari F8 Spider, a perfect blend of turbocharged power and precision-tuned exhaust. With every downshift, a satisfying roar echoed off the rock walls, adding drama to every stretch of tarmac.
Naturally, the drive demanded constant attention; however, it gave something meaningful back in return. What I felt was a sensation I can only describe as flow — that rare and perfect moment when your reflexes, the car, and the road align in complete harmony.
Eventually, somewhere just before reaching Cadaqués, I decided to stop once more. The golden afternoon sun now bathed the red paint in gentle warmth. As I stepped a few meters away and turned around, I couldn’t help but pause. There it was: my Ferrari, my route, my story — frozen in time, yet still vibrating with energy.
Arriving in Cadaqués
Reaching Cadaqués felt like arriving at a secret hideaway. The small white houses, the sound of boats in the marina, and the scent of seafood in the air welcomed me. I parked near the promenade and sat by the sea, watching the waves roll in. Around me, the day was winding down — but for me, it felt like it had just peaked.
The Ferrari F8 Spider wasn’t just a means of transportation. It was my partner in a memory I’ll never forget. I had covered kilometers of curves, tunnels, and hills. And with each one, the connection between machine and man deepened.
What I learned from the road
That evening, with a glass of wine in hand, I looked back on the day. What had started as a simple idea — driving a Ferrari along the coast — had turned into something much more. The Ferrari F8 Spider had transformed the road into a story, and every town, every curve, had become a chapter.
Driving such a car is not about speed. It’s about feeling. It’s about knowing you are behind the wheel of a masterpiece — and that you’re lucky enough to experience it in a place as extraordinary as the Costa Brava.
If I had the chance, I’d do it again tomorrow. And I’d take the same road.
Why you should do it too
If you’re thinking about renting a Ferrari F8 Spider for your own adventure, don’t hesitate. Especially if you’re in Spain, and even more so if you’re anywhere near the Costa Brava. This region offers the perfect blend of technical driving, jaw-dropping scenery, and unforgettable towns.
From Tossa to Cadaqués, this route gives you everything — and the F8 Spider gives you the means to enjoy it to the fullest.
It’s not just a road trip. It’s a love letter to driving.
