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The Iberian Horseshoe — A Journey

Part IV. North East

Twin Towers

Steve Porter

Global Fiction

First publication: November 2007

http://badosa.com/n250-74

Climbing up to the ruined tower above Sant Vicenç, I’m alone but for dive-bombing swallows. Off to my left, the village of Sant Pere is shimmering in the sun. To the north, the peak of distant Puigmal is still coated in snow.

I climb the scree before discovering near the top that there was a path on the other side after all. I take my shirt off and expose my skinny torso to the heat. The bleating of a goat resounds in the valley. One solitary farmhouse is lodged into the hillside between here and Bellmunt.

At the summit with the descent stretched out below, I’m only halfway to my aim. I enjoy the moment and indulge in some solo entertainment in the shrubbery. The roof of the ruined tower is open. Sunlight illuminates one half of the circle and shadow falls on the other. I’m almost at the end of my Iberian journey.