So we are back. We had a great time there, in spite of the dangers you’ll see later on this post. The house was cute and tidy, and there wasn’t many people around, we met a family next to our place, but we didn’t see much of each other.

The weather was fine, we had some fog (really thick), and sunshine, but scarcely any rain, so we managed to do some walks in the area.
We went into a vegetarian diet of barbecued ribs and spiced pork meat… together with boiled vegetables to compensate.
We met a very interesting man and his family. Mr Valentí Garrigasait, the owner of the place where we were staying. He is a very trustworthy man, always ready to help you and give any assistance you need. A man with a solid background and sympathy that make of him an outstanding character. He was the one who restored Hotel Sant Roc in Solsona, a beautiful art noveau building of 1929, and turned it into a fashionable hotel worth visiting run by his efficient daughter Dolors. On our way back, we stopped by and had lunch there, and were welcome by the staff with such kindness that my daughters behaved like sheep (easy joke… they usually do). Dolors showed us the newly decorated rooms, some of them painted by Tate, another one of Valentí’s daughters. Really astounding!! I really encourage you to pay a visit to this nice hotel in Solsona.

Here’s a little show of the things we had to endure up there in the wilderness!!

…and there will come a time when the prince will come, and he will take away my two princesses. Oh, god, how hard it must to be the king in your palace and see your beautiful daughters part!
Fathers and mothers rule in their palaces of bliss… but their kindred goes away when the time comes. That is something I will have to endure. But as I look at them now, I see how strong I will have to be… to see my daughters flee!

Saturday… two days and we are out on holiday!!!
The four of us (my two little carrion-eating sparrows, Anna and I) are going to a nice country house in Canalda, a nice little village in the Pyrenees, or pre-Pyrenees. We have booked a little cozy place probably surrounded by cow dung and swarms of insects. We’ll probably hear the bleeting mountain goats, and taste the delicious ingredients of catalan cuisine.

My daughter Clara doesn’t know, bus she’s getting a Monopoly game for her birthday on the 8th -yes, the very same day we are setting out-. That means that evening activities will be probably based on playing board games and eating sunflower seeds. I’ll be peeling off Mònica’s, probably; my wife can manage an Clara too.