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 try to not 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 had a few things in common so she said I should stay there. The house it is actually a small farm with a lot of vegetables, goats, rabbits and three dogs. Unfortunately the rabbits are to eat. 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 coming 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. Why I do not want to do that anymore?
The last Saturday I went to this castle near to here, Castell De Castellet. It is about 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 broke in a place. Not that I actually had to broken a door or a gate, I just jump a gate that was closed. It was a nice place. Small but beautiful. So since I do not want go back home so soon, I decided take an adventure until another mountain with a construction on the top that I could saw while I was going to the castle.
Since there were some industries between where I was and the mountain, I decided going into the jungle, following a small and old trail, just guiding myself for where I could see the mountain.
It was fun and I was glad for doing something different than I had been done until now: no maps or pictures of the street I should follow: just me and the trail and the nature.
When I finally find the way to the mountain, I (obviously) choose the wrong side. I mean, it was lead me to the top anyway but it was the longest way. So I saw 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 was huge and dangerous. Most of the rocks were not stable so they were going down several times. It was not impossible but for someone that had never done that before it was madness. I do not even thought if there was another way to going down, to come back. I just want to keep climbing up and get on the top. In the end the construction it was nothing more that a water tank. However the view was 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 was intimidate by three crazy loud dogs. They made me took a detour from the road I was following and I was pissed of. In the end, the road lead me to different trails and for luck I pick the correct one who guided me exactly where I should go.
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 the did not see to 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 made a cake! Cuque de uva (A cake with dark grapes and crumble) as we said in my city. It was great!
