From a mountain path to a mountain of paths. Six months at the Serra.


2016 has been, for many , like a mountain path.

With tortuous climbs bordering the abyss, areas that have left us breathless, and others in which we have needed to support ourselves with our hands and feet.

It has rained torrentially on us but also given us sun.

We have fallen, we have got up, we have cleaned the mud off the rope and we have continued  climbing.

The prize is, as always, at the summit.   The place from where you can see all those potholes and stones in the rode that now look so small you can cover them with a finger.

From where you can see the dry stone walls of the Serra (which we spoke about  with the President of the Guild of Stonewallers, Lluc Mir, in November’s technical post like veins of a being that is lifeless but at the same time, very alive.  Home, also, to the creativity of ancient societies like those in the archeological dig at Almallutx (which we spoke about in December’s technical post which adapted themselves with resilience to an environment that obliged them to be creative (in this way they remind us of Alberto Thisway in September’s interview, Maria Solivellas of Ca na Toneta in November’s profile and the post about cultural associations in the Serra in December  to be strong, like Joan, the fisherman smuggler of Deià who we interviewed in October and died as a nonagenarion, unfortunately, in November, leaving us anecdotes and stories of times that will never return, but will remain fossilized in the memories of the Serra. Memories that James Lambourne (October’s profile)  uses to construct his sculptures and Dora (spoiler - from the final profile of the year, sorry) to model her objects made of mud.
It is these stone memories that Tòfol Castanyer (our interviewee from October) travels through at the race - not running, but with that steady rhythm of life that can only be experienced through the  sport of the Serra de Tramuntana (as the presidents of the sporting associations told us when we spoke to them for October’s post.

This is the Serra of Parietti, the engineer that constructed the route of Sa Calobra, that is still studied in many universities and to which we paid homage in a short account in September’s technical post. It is the Serra of Xim Izquierdo, the photographer who, after the summer, opened the the round of profiles of artists that create through, for or in the Serra, and it is the Serra of everyone who lives in it and loves it.
Perhaps because of this, there are more associations of the third age (as we saw in November’s post) in the Serra than in nearly any other place.
Because the earthy force of this terrain feeds and nourishes people, in the same way it is nourished by them.

This 2017 we wish you all a new mountain path, going downwards, with enough strength for whistling and enjoying the breeze on your face.