A Cyclist's Reverie at Castellet, Spain
Whispers of Millennia in the Catalan Hills
The sun, a warm caress on my back, urged my bicycle onward through the undulating vineyards of the Alt Penedès. The air, thick with the scent of sun-drenched earth and the promise of ripening grapes, hummed with the quiet industry of the Catalan countryside. Then, cresting a gentle rise, it appeared – Castellet Castle, a silho…
