Castello

Iris and I drove south for about an hour until we arrived at a lake. We did a quick swim in the chilly water and had some lunch.

If you squint (or big it up), you can see a tiny town on top of the mountain. After lunch we drove up, the road, which made me a bit sick since it was steep, turned every 2 meters, and we were in a tiny european car.  The town was old (obviously), and is famous for being the origin of Franco's personal physician or Franco's predecessor's....

Can you see the eyes?

Iris said something about how Catalunya did not have a flag at one point, when it at last needed a symbol was after a bloody war; someone dipped their hand in blood and dragged four lines, it's gold for the wheat.

We heard of a famous castel in the area, but found this church.

There was a massive man made cave below the church. It had tons of flies and smelled of something I could not identify.

We found the Castello just a little further down the road. It had a massive crumbling tower, one side was easy to climb up on but someone cemented a bunch of broken glass onto it.

A massive storm hit us on the way back down the mountain. My camera was unfortunately dead at the time to capture it.