The sunrise over Cal Llop was a sign of another glorious day in the Priorat. Red sky in the morning may be no good for sailors, but it was great for wood choppers. We set out to find an alternate route to the finca, as the boulder is still blocking the road. Out little Opel was tortured to within an inch of its engine, as we rolled over rocks and ravines, crawling over the mountains with no idea where we would end up. Yet we managed to snake our way to the finca. Took hammer and tong to the boulder, but no amount of elbow grease would give us the inches we needed to get by. Today we take a sledge hammer to it, so stay tuned.
The flea market saw was a gem, and we loaded the trunk with an assortment of wood: pine, olive, and almond. What a roaring fire we managed with that haul.
Winding our way back out, we stopped to explore the neighbors ruin, an incredible masia (farm house) which at one time was an impressive estate. Remnants of a working farm are strewn about, including an old grinding stone. We have found a similar one on our finca. The terraces, from Roman times, are breathtaking. How they did it one can only imagine. Slaves, no doubt. There were two tower structures at the peak of one hill, markers for some event. Something to inquire about, as they are so unique.
The evening was spent strolling through Gratallops, running in to Pepe from Beso Palleja, the land clearing guys. We'll stop and chat with him today. It's a new week.
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