You know you reside in a medieval village when the clock towers ring every half hour and the farmers’ dogs bark their perimeter check, accompanied by partying roosters at 4 am. Some nights you sleep the sleep of the dead cocooned by 4 foot thick stone walls. Some mornings you wake at 6 am to the rhythms of the local workmen, packing clanging tools in their trucks to start their day.
Mounting the stone stairway to the 2nd floor, I can sense we are all thinking “can we navigate this after a few glasses of wine and a long day of adventures?” The depth between each step is made for giants.
Travelling along the A7 from Barcelona to drive to Aix Emporda and our medieval village, 1 of 3 villages within a 7 kilometre radius designated medieval and protected by the Spanish government, I’m mesmerized by the varying hues of the sky.