Takes & Tales

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.

It was late afternoon. The sun was still caressing in its warmth. Straws pulled, luggage dropped bedside, every one met on the terrace.

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.