catalan country

santa pau

knobloch sounds like you're being blessed by an angel, but nobody was home when we knocked on their door. which made sense, nobody answered their phone either when we called hours earlier from barcelona. i felt like an investor who defied common sense to strike a deal, lose, but soon realise the real deal was something else all along. look at the village! we ran up the castle stairs, rolled down the damp hills, and jumped across the moat only getting our knees dirty. i felt nothing but joy and it was beautiful.