We are in the final stretch of our time in Bellver de Cerdanya. It’s fleeting like sand through fingers. The weather has cooled, the sun is lower in the sky, the days are shorter and it remains glorious in every way. Mostly I’m feeling grateful, with the occasional sad ache of a looming goodbye. I find myself soaking up every minute. Trying to be wholly present. Embracing the awe as I walk, ride and hike. If I’m honest this post was mostly an excuse to get another batch of photos on the blog. I have no doubt in the years to come I will be the number one reader of this blog, so it’s a gift to my future self. It was as magical as you remember, you lucky girl.
The view from my favorite bench in town:
Looking down on Ordèn from Tallendre, and out towards La Molina, biking in the hills above Bellver:
On my way up to Tallendre, looking down on Bellver:
Below are scenes from a midweek family hike on the other side of the Cadí-Moixeró range. There is a 5km tunnel that runs north-south through this range, near our home. It was opened in 1984. Prior to the tunnel, anyone coming from the south would have had to take a very adventurous drive up and over the mountains if they wanted to get to Cerdanya.
Scenes from shopping and goofing around in Puigcerdà with Hazel. And churros, mmmm.
As always, lovely photos and beautiful descriptions of the land in which you live and move. I can understand you feel reluctant to leave such a magical place.