Beautiful Beget

After our final hearty breakfast of the trip, we head out Saturday morning for our ride to the Mediterranean coastline and then back to Barcelona.   With each passing mile we leave the Pyrenees behind us.

Our first break is the last place we stop in the mountains, and as it turns out, this becomes one of my favorite places of the entire trip.  It is the tiny town of Beget, built alongside a mountain stream with true cobblestone streets and terraces that function as the main pathways through town.  Because of they are so narrow and are cut into the side of the mountain, walking is the only means of getting around.  We mistake a sign in the middle of town as one that allows motorcycles, but our guides explain to us that any sign rimmed in red means “no” and that they do not have signs in Europe with a big slash through them like we have in America.  Too bad; we were ready to bring our bikes through the streets.  They couldn’t have been any harder than the roads we had ridden yesterday.

We walk through the town, across two bridges and down to the stream.  There are many doors and windows that catch my eye, and I take numerous pictures.  Several of us spot a small inn with the rates posted for a room – only 17 Euros a night.  Currently that’s about $25.  I am already making plans to return to this slice of heaven.  This is the kind of place I imagine hiding away in for six months to write a book.  It is peaceful, remote, inspirational and incredibly visual.  I take as many pictures as I can, determined one of these will become my new screen saver.  It would take a place like this to bump the picture of the Alps I have on my laptop now.