23rd of September, 2017.
I have been watching one episode of Sonic Highways every day. And now I am also reading again their lyrics to remember them completely and trying not to forget. So basically I am breathing Foo Fighter this last week and now while I am writing this I can hear Grohl in my mind as he was writing this notes.
Today we went to Berga, me Queralt and Martina (who did not go to school because was constipated), to Pepe’s parents house. Lovely people! His mother and me have somefew things in common, so she said I should stay there. The house is actually a small farm with lot of vegetables, goats, rabbits and three dogs. Unfortunately, the rabbits are for eating. The whole place is beautiful and the house has that charm that we can find just in grandpa and grandmas home. After lunch and chocolate ice cream for desert, Pep’s father made me taste this very natural white liquor, made it in the region and with herbs. Very strong but very tasteful.
Then, of course, while I was in there or during the drive back in the road, I could not avoid to think (again) in what I am doing and who am I. To met new people and to be nice with them. Go out with people and promise see them again.
Last Saturday, I went to this castle near here, Castell De Castellet. It is less than one hour and while I was leaving the house, Pep said: “Just over there? Why you do not think bigger and go to Montserrat?” Which I answer that when I go to Montserrat it will be to make all the trails, make wild camping and just come back in the other day.
At the castle, for the first time, I break into a place. Not that I actually had to break a door or a gate, I just jumped a gate which was closed. It was a nice place. Small but beautiful. Because I do not want go back home so soon, I decide to take an adventure until another mountain, with a construction on the top, which I could se while I was going to the castle.
Because there are so many industries between where I am and the mountain, I decide going through the jungle, following a small and old trail, just guiding myself for where I could see the mountain.
It is fun and I am glad for doing something different than I have been doing until now: no maps or pictures of the street I should follow: just me, the trail and the nature.
When I finally find the way to the mountain, I (obviously) choose the wrong side. I mean, it leads me to the top anyway but it is the longest way. I see this long and high wall of rocks that clearly would lead me where I want to go and I thought: Ok! Let’s climb this thing. It is huge and dangerous. Most of the rocks are not stable, so they are going down several times. It is not impossible but for someone who has never done that before it is madness. I do not even think that, if there is no other way of going down, how will I come back? I just want to keep climbing up and get to the top. In the end, the construction it s nothing more that a water tank. However, the view is pretty nice and what that adventure in the whole way meant to me completely worth it.
Coming back, for another way and taking my chances just by the view again, I am intimidated by three crazy loud dogs. They make me take a detour from the road I am originally on it, and that pisses me off. In the end, the road leads me to different trails, and by luck, I pick the correct one.
Going back home with clothes very dirty, legs scratched and bleeding a bit but very happy, I could see people looking in a weird way to me. Nothing more the usual.
When I told Pep and Queralt about what happened they did not seem too excited. That just made me know for sure that people see most of the things in a different way and give to those things different weights and measures.
So after my adventure I bake a cake! Cuque de uva (crumble cake with dark grapes) as we said in my city. It is great!
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