We haven't found a parking space yet and I'm already annoyed by Mura, this small village in the Parc Natural de Sant Llorenç del Munt i l'Obac. Even on the drive here, I wasn't sure what we were getting ourselves into. Winding roads, some so narrow that only one car can pass through. It's the...

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The route begins in a small parking lot, from where we fight our way up the mountain through undergrowth. Once we reach a small platform, we get our bearings and take a stony, narrow path from there. We walk counter-clockwise, staying on the route shown by GPS. Stones become rocks, then there's another passage where...

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I've often wondered what lies behind the hill, this rocky outcrop of stone and dried bushes. Today I found out. It's the same as on this side, only more pretentious, sometimes more pompous, definitely fuller and narrower. A haven for the wealthy. I imagine there are enough owners there who don't consider themselves rich. I'm...

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The same route a second time. This time it feels even better, probably because we know what lies ahead. We enjoy it more. The mood is better than yesterday too. I think about the body lying on the road under a white sheet. But the thought doesn't come often and doesn't last long. I could...

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I like to remember the woodland that was so quiet and green that we could just walk through. Enjoying it with every step. It was so different from anything we'd seen here before. And the scent. But also a feeling of deep contentment, which is so precious and also so fleeting, which I felt very...

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Do I really belong here? I'm fighting my way up the hill step by step. Behind us lies a strenuous hike over rugged and pointed rocks. More than eight kilometers. My strength is waning, and with it my concentration. Apart from the settlement, which despite all its ostentation, the white boxes that all look the...

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I had to get out and this path is right on our doorstep. A short walk over a paved road up the hill, then through a ravine over rocks and stones. A group of four people came toward us, followed a little later by two young men. And then, suddenly and surprisingly, out of nowhere,...

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Most of the path leads through the forest, over ground covered with dense foliage. Only as we approach the ridge is the path littered with rocks, some of which are sharp. As we ascend, but especially as we descend, it becomes a little challenging, as the rocks are larger and more pointed, slippery from the...

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Every step counts. I often say that to myself as we make our way up the mountain. Every step counts. And so I pay attention to every single step and walk very consciously up the windy and steep path. It's a meditation where I have to bring my attention back to the moment whenever it...

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The peak we're climbing today - the Pic de l'Escalette - is about as far from the Atlantic as it is from the Mediterranean. At an altitude of 1856m, it's not particularly high compared to the really big ones. But what the heck. It was high enough for us and well worth the trip. True...

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