All language subtitles for The Pyrenees with Michael Portillo - 1x03 - A Spiritual Quest

This is really tough.

But the castle is in view now,

looking as I feel,

a bit ruined.

I'm going on a journey
of self-discovery.

What a place!

Walking stretches between
the summits of the

Spanish and French Pyrenees.

My Word!

Approaching three score years
and ten,

I have much to reflect on.

What is the secret of being happy
in life do you think, now?

So, I'm challenging myself
on an ambitious mountain adventure.

HE GROANS

I'll start at the Atlantic Ocean,

crossing borders between Spain
and France,

and end at the Mediterranean Sea.

Meeting the people who live here.

Working on the land together,
everybody's equal.

'And that's when you really bond.|.

It's like falling in love again.

I began to get this sense of
total peace.

I'll test myself physically...

This is no joke!

...and have time to contemplate
the past.

Somewhere through these hills, my
father walked to leave Spain as a

political refugee.

Open to whatever this personal
quest may teach me.

It has impressed upon me, how free
is the human spirit

to choose it's own way.

And that is inspiring.

Cafe au lait.

Merck.

Du jus d'orange.

Le confit triomphe.

Voila.

So, I was feeling rather optimistic
about this leg of the trip.

We're right at the end of March now,

it ought really to be
spring weather.

But now, I look out the window and
this rain looks as if it's set in.

I'm sitting here by the fire,

trying to absorb all the heat and
all the dry that I can.

The mountain over there appeared
and my hopes were up,

my heart went pitter-patter, I
thought the weather was improving.

But it has disappeared again.

So, there's no point hanging around,

I'm going to have to take up my
walking stick, my makhila,

and head off into the elements.

Over the next three clays,

I'll be walking through an area of
the French Pyrenees called Ariege,

on a quest to discover why some
people thriving here

have turned their backs on
previous lives,

to find new ones in the mountains.

Au revoir, adieu.

Along the way, I'll be asking a
couple why they gave up city life

to rear pigs, before I spend time
with Benedictine nuns in confession.

My route will take me into a
pre-historic cave

where I'll delve into the spiritual
world of the persecuted Cathars,

who were forced to flee.

Ancl then I'll climb to the castle
of Roquefixade

as my final challenge.

Even in the rain, I'm aware of how
lovely is this mountain air.

I just feel I'm breathing free,

walking free,

being free.

Whilst this landscape is
strikingly beautiful,

it's also pretty tough going.

When you slip back

with every step forward on this
slimy grass and mud,

it makes things quite tricky.

UP We go.

But if you walk in the mountains,

some clays will be good and others
will not.

The Ariege region of the Pyrenees,

400 miles clue south of Paris,

is one of the wildest and most
unspoilt in the whole of France,

and ruraltraditions run deep.

The people in this far southern
region of France have a bit of a

reputation for being resentful
of authority.

You might say a little bit bolshie.

France is a notoriously
centralised country.

And these people are
not metropolitan.

They are hill farmers and they don't
like being told what to do

by people in the capital city.

And I have a lot of sympathy for
that because I'm,

you might be surprised to hear this,

a bit of a rebel against authority.

Oh, yeah, you'll say, "But you've
been a part of government."

Yes, and I wanted small government
and I wanted less government.

So, I have a lot of sympathy for
these people a long way from Paris

saying, "Don't tell me what to do."

On a clear spring clay, up at
900 metres,

the scenery here is breathtaking.

Even in the mist and the rain, it is
a truly an enchanting area.

Many people who are born here never
move away,

Ancl it's also home to others who
arrived and never left.

I've arranged to meet a young couple
from Luxembourg

to hear what about this area
made them settle.

This is very much, literally, off
the beaten track.

This could not be more different
from my urban metropolitan life.

That's if I can find them.

Why exactly would anyone want to

move to this sheer slope in southern
France in order to farm pigs?

The mystery will be revealed.

Hello, hello.

Great to see you, I'm Michael!

I'm Magali! I'm Christian!

Even on a terrible clay like this,
you have a superb view.

Yes.

Thank you very much.

Was one of the motivations for
coming here the beauty of the place?

Yes.

How did you decide to come here?

We travelled through Europe in
camper van two years with our kids.

And then, we fell in love
with France.

We didn't actually plan to buy
something here.

We saw an announcement on social
media and then we just thought,

let's check it out.

We couldn't say no after having
been here.

It's a blessed feeling.

What was that feeling?

It's like falling in love again.

Coming home. Coming home.

But you weren'tjust buying a house,
you were buying a farm.

You were buying a business.

Yes, we bought a pig farm.

Were you pig farmers in Luxembourg?

Not at all. I was an electrician.

I'm a nurse.

Was there something you were getting
away from?

Was there something in Luxembourg
you didn't like?

Was it too urban?

Was it too much of a rat race,
as we say in English?

Yeah, it's something like that.

Land was too expensive.

It's a lot of stress there.

Everyone wants to have a
bigger garden

and better looking house and we were
like, we don't want to compete.

In English, we have expression,
keeping up with thejoneses,

which means always competing with
your neighbours.

And you didn't like that?

We were seeking for something more
in life.

Yeah. Yeah.

Have you chosen quite a tough life?
Is it difficult here?

Yes. Yes.

We're out in the mountains.

Everything is difficult.

Yeah, it's a full-time job.

But we got lots of help from the
people around here.

We have very friendly neighbours.

The community welcomed us with
everything they could.

How nice. Have you made
good friendships?

Yes, we have a lot of very creative
people here around.

Artistic people and
very alternative.

Yeah. You don't see these people in
big cities.

They are self-sufficient,
most of them.

Yeah.

And they love to share
their knowledge.

Well, let's go look at
those piggies.

Sure.

Give me a little tour.

The farm's 40 black pigs are a rare
breed known as Gascon Noir

that has lived in this Pyrenean
region for centuries.

Off we go, down the hill.

They're thought to be the oldest
variety in France,

famed for their dark marbled meat.

I hear the squealing of pigs.

Yes. Here we are.

This is the barn where he have
our small piglets and their mums.

Oh, hello.

Hello, hello, hello.

Piggie.

They're lovely! Yes.

Hello!

Hello, mama's house.

Oh, these are big pigs.

Gosh.

Yes.

And any more outside?

Yes. All the other pigs, they are
living outside in fresh air.

Oh, look. They're all lined up
for us.

Yes.

As though they were ready for
a race.

Yes.

Hello. Oh, you got a bit muddy
haven't you, piggies?

Life here is deeply connected to the
landscape and to nature.

Novice pig farmers Magali and
Christian have had to adapt quickly.

How do you feel when it comes to
slaughtering your pigs?

It's not a good feeling, I have
to admit.

But you have to say that, we know
that they had a good life and treat

them with all the respect we can.

It's the best we can do for them.

They sound as though they're hungry
right now.

Yes, do you want to feed them?

Yes? Sure, yeah. Yeah.

Ah, the pigs recognise the food.

Yes. OK, do you mind just
holding that?

So, what do I have to do here?

You have to be fast because they
will be fast too.

'And make a big line.|.

OK, boys!

Hurray!

Lunch time!

Was that right?

Perfect.

Ooh, that food goes quickly.
Look at that.

It's the first time you've fed pigs?

I think so. Yes?

And even if I had,

these would be the prettiest pigs
I'd ever fed.

Magali and Christian produce around
50 products,

including pate and salami.

As I try my best to forget how cute
these pigs are,

my hosts invite me to sample some of
their home-made delights.

We are having a summer Pate with all
the herbs growing in the summer.

It smells divine.

Let me try that. Thank you
very much.

You're welcome.

That is delicious!

You taste the love.

Which is your favourite product?

My favourite is the sauces
with the pecan nuts.

Try this.

That is excellent.

Thank you.

It's been lovely seeing you.

Cos I really feel like I've met very
happy, very contented pair of people

who have made who have made a big
decision for yourselves

and for your children, my goodness.

And you're really happy with it.

Thank you, it was nice meeting you.

You want to take some pate?

You are so kind.

I can imagine myself on a hillside,

having little picnic and thinking of
you two.

Thank you so much.

Bye-bye! Bye!

Magali and Christian are
an inspiration,

they've followed their hearts to
start a new existence,

a more fulfilling life in
these mountains.

It's a brave decision

and I believe not one that I
could make.

The rain continues.

The visibility has got worse.

My clothes are heavy with sogginess.

This is really tough.

I'm on the third leg of my spiritual
Pyrenean adventure,

this time in France's Ariege region.

Ancl scaling this mountain at 1,300
metres is testing my endurance.

Not least because I'm at the mercy
of the elements.

Ah!

Gosh, it must be so difficult
living here.

Ar gm

Along this path, there are
cabin refuges.

I think the refuges are intended
for winter walkers and people moving

through the mountains with animals.

Today, it'll be my place of shelter.

And that's where I'm going to
meet Patrice.

If I can find him.

An author of more than 20 books on
the area,

there are few people who know these
mountains better than

Patrice Teisseire Dufour.

Through the fog,

the smudge of a building.

It looks dry.

So welcomed.

Patrice, we're relieved to see you.

I'm Michael.

Hello! I'm glad to see you.

It's great to see you.

Are you starting a fire?

Yes. I try.

Oh, good. Good, good, good.

I could do with that.

OK.

Patrice, you know the Pyrenees
pretty well?

Yes.

Do you use these cabins yourself
very much?

Yes. Many times.

Do you actually sleep here?

Yes, during my hiking on Pyrenees.

Where do you sleep? On the table?

Yes. You don't.

Yes. Wow.

It's possible.

It does look very comfortable.

Yes, or under the table. With a...

Sleeping bag?

...yes, sleeping bag. Thank you.

And there's always some wood and
some paper to make a fire, is there?

Yes, yes. Fantastic.

It's the rules on Pyrenees.

You use the wood and after
your fire,

you have to find another wood for
the next.

Patrice, what do you like to do?

You like to take a walk in
the mountains?

I like to observe animals.

It's possible to see a bear when you
are at 2,000 m.

Today, it's unlikely I'll see
anything much,

but Patrice assures me he's often
spotted brown bears here.

Sadly, despite an official ban on
hunting them,

the population is under threat.

Are the shepherds or anybody else
killing the Bears?

Yes.

It's a really big problem.

It's our French state
giving compensation.

The sheep price.

The French state compensates the
farmer for the lost sheep?

Yes.

Finally feeling warm and dry,

I'm ready for a hearty
hiker's lunch.

Let's have some food. I've
got some pate in here.

OK. I have some bread.

Patrice has also brought along
some Genepi.

It's made with flowers found on
these mountains that are dried

and steeped in a mix of sugar
and alcohol,

and it's popular with climbers.

It's flower named Artemisia.

We find this flower at 2,500 m.

Cheers. Chin.

Oh, gosh. That's a lovely liqueur.

Yes.

And let's hope the pate is lovely
too. OK. Yes.

You like that?

Very good, yes. I ate it.

Very nice.

You came to the mountains when you
were a child?

Yes.

I began at...

...five or six-years-old.

Mm-hm.

I lived in the city in Toulouse,

but my parents liked very much the
mountains and I discovered the

Pyrenees during my holidays.

I discovered nature.

It's very,

I find I'm very lucky to recognise
animals, trees,

flowers through meeting the people
of the mountains.

And...

It might be better if you said it
in French.

So, the fact that people here have
this big space,

means that they don't
like restraints.

They don't like restrictions.

They like liberty.

And actually, you find down here
very few physical barriers or

other restraints.

Very, very interesting.

It has been a realjoy, a real
privilege to share this cubby and

to share this refuge with you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you very much, Michael.

Mm.

It was very interesting to hear
Patrice talk about the fact that the

people here find so much space in
the Pyrenees

and that spells to them liberty.

You see people really are
conditioned by their geography.

There's no point in
pretending otherwise.

Yeah. A lovely green valley.

And snowy peaks.

What a relief when the rain lifts.

Before, all this was shrouded
in a dense white fog.

And look what beauty has
now emerged.

And if I had my way, it would just
clear a little bit more

so that those smoky outlines will
become wonderfully precise.

The weather is finally on my side

and the terrain too as I descend
from hills to the rolling farmland

of the Barguillere Valley

to arrive at the Abbaye Notre Dame
Du Pesquier.

For the last 30 years it
has been home

to Benedictine nuns
and novices who work the land

and run a farm.

Flush with the success of feeding
Magali and Christian's pigs,

I am hoping to be useful here too.

Maseur! Bonjour. Bonjour.

Je m'appelle Michael.

May I help a tiny bit?

Just a tiny bit.

Yes, OK.

Comme ca?

Parfait?

Yes.

So, Raphael, how long have you been
a nun?

I had an aunt who was a Mother
Superior, ajesuit in Spain.

Vous pense deja tres enfant?

Did you think about it as a very
small child?

I didn't. It was a surprise for me.
Was it?

Ce pas si jeune.

It's not that young, actually.

Par exemple, votre vi quotidien?

What is your daily life?

Sept fois parjour.

Tu fara glas en priere.

Sept fois? Sept fois.

Seven times a clay, they will be
in prayer.

H e u re vo us reve I llez?

What time do you get up in
the morning?

Et priez?

'And then work. |.

Sister Raphael looks after the
Abbey's dairy cows.

Following Saint Benedict's
insistence on self-sufficiency,

the nuns live on what they grow
and produce within the community.

Paradise.

It is a paradise. It is a paradise.

Is this context important for
the abbey?

My aunt, the Mother Superior, would
not be happy with me.

It's perfectly true.

But I will pray for you.

Merck Merck.

I fear I'm a disappointment to
the sister,

but the community has kindly opened
its doors to me, none the less.

And I'm keen to understand more
about their path through life.

What a scene of absolute quiet
and concentration.

Bonjour, Maseur.

Je m'appelle Michael.

Quesque vous fait, s'il vous plait?

What are you doing?

Where did the book come from?

It's very charming.

This was brought by a client.

It's passed through three
generations, at least.

And the first thing she does now is
to straighten out the pages and

repair the holes with a little bit
of tape.

Bonjour, Maseur.

As the light begins to fade,

the Abbey's nuns are called to the
evening prayer known as Vespers.

CHANTING

What a beautiful, uplifting
and thoroughly spiritual that was.

A privilege to witness.

These sisters devote themselves
to prayer,

to work,

to contemplation.

And the love of God clearly guides
them through their lives.

Well, a chill has returned to the
air and the rain is back too.

And twilight is settling on the
abbey and its view of the Pyrenees.

What is happiness in life?

Today, I've met some very different
people, living very different lives

from each other and from me.

What has not been in doubt is that
they are living very happily.

What a view.

Extraordinary.

It's not often that I'd say that I'm
at one with nature,

but there is something very special
about being here.

And at a point in life where I look
back on much that has been,

yet still look forward to an
adventurous journey ahead.

Ugh, it's a vigorous climb.

Over three clays, I'm walking
stretches of the French Pyrenees.

And after yesterday's rain and mist,

today looks a great deal better.

The walker is always beset by one
problem or another.

So, I was soaked to the skin and
my clothes were heavy with rain.

That was a problem.

Right now, I'm overdressed

and I'm very hot

and bothered.

Thankfully, I'm not too far from my
next rendezvous,

where I'm swapping my two legs
for four.

Chloe Alazard is helping to protect
a native breed of horse

and assures me that the very best
way to enjoy the mountains

is in the saddle.

I remain to be convinced.

Bonjour, Chloe.

Hello, Michael.

Is it all right to touch the horse?
Yes, sure.

But this horse is called Cheval
de Merens.

It's really ancient breed.

'And they are native from Ariege.|.

From May to October, they are in
the mountain.

And they are in a place where there
is a lot of really good grass,

they are free.

Ancl they wear the bells just like
sheep so they can be found?

Yeah, exactly.

Transhumance, the tradition of
moving sheep, cattle and horses

up to the high grass for the summer,

has been practised here since the
Middle Ages.

The fact he grew up in
the mountain,

it gives him a lot of strength

and the ability to be able to face
bad conditions.

These horses can react to something
but really quickly.

So, if they have an incident,
they quickly calm down.

Yeah.

What a very nice horse.

There are about 1,500 horses here,

but the arrival of modern farming
methods meant that they were no

longer needed in the mountains to
pull machinery

and were very much under threat.

At one time, in the middle of
the century,

there was maybe 29 or 30 horses.

Wow, you were almost extinct.

Do you hear that? Almost extinct.

OK, maybe you will help me, Michael?

Because the seat is a little
bit heavy.

Perfect.

Bring the tail through? Yeah.

Very nice. Yeah.

I'm always a bit nervous about going
on a horse.

I have ridden very rarely.

But this fellow seems like about
the calmest and nicest horse that

you could possibly try it with.

Allez-y.

Allez-y.

If there is a chance to eat
something green.

Alle.

Allez-y.

I'm really enjoying this.

The countryside is so pretty in
the sunshine.

Got all the colours of spring

and the light dusting of snow from
last night.

And this is the perfect animal for a
novice like me.

So calm.

I feel like a Pyrenean cowboy here.

It looks like you have
clone it all your life.

That's very sweet of you.

You look so comfortable.

Everything in this scene
is Pyrenean.

The landscape, the horse,

the dog...

Ah, but not the rider.

Do you feel OK?
It's perfect, thank you. Perfect.

Sadly, it's
time to leave Chloe behind

and carry on my journey
under my own steam.

Phew!

After miles of greenery,

my route is taking me into
the region's capital, Foix,

and I have to say,
I'm rather looking forward

to a brief interlude
of urban hustle and bustle.

What a glorious sight.

Looking down on Foix reminds me why
I love small French towns so much.

Their architecture,
the colours, the shutters.

The good food, the history.

And Foix has a happy
little pun in French,

because Foix can mean time
or occasion,

so "il etait une fois"
means "once upon a time".

What better name
for an historic town?

Its magnificent castle
dominates the skyline.

For 300 years,
it was home to a line of nobleman,

who ruled over this
fiercely independent region.

Towards the end of the 13th century,
when the Count of Foix was resisting

being absorbed into France,
into the French monarchy,

the French king, Philip the Bold,

came here himself and
eventually defeated the Count.

As lunchtime approaches, it is

the perfect place for the
weary walker to take a break.

And, as luck would have it,
I've arrived on market clay.

Although the market is open
to the four winds,

there's an overpowering smell
of cheese,

and we are in asparagus season.

Look at those things.

Bonjour.

Merck.

Cow's cheese. Local cheese.

Mm!

Tres bon. Tres bon.

Merci!

In the early 13th century,

this town in the Ariege region

became the setting for
a dark chapter in French history.

A Christian
sect, known as the Cathars,

had flourished here, but the
Roman Catholic church

thought that they offered
an heretical challenge

to its authority.

Heresy...

...is a set of beliefs
so obnoxious to you

that you have to close down
the people who believe it.

In the Middle Ages,
that meant killing them off.

In 1209, a bloody campaign unfolded,

as Pope Innocent Ill
ordered a war against the Cathars

to crush their nonconformity.

In this medieval genocide,

many thousands are said
to have been massacred.

Somewhere up ahead
is a series of caves.

They are now home
to vultures and eagles,

but 800 years ago,

they were used by the Cathars
as a place of prayer and refuge.

This windy little path is leading
me up the side of a sheer rock face.

Huh!

These huge structures
looking like bed springs,

protect the valley
from falling rock.

But what protects the walker?

And beyond the wires...

...a dark opening.

The cave is absolutely immense.

Catherine? Hello?

There you are.

Hi, Michael. It is good to see you.

'And to see you here.|.

Author and historian
Catherine de Courcy

came here to research her novel
about the Cathar people.

This extraordinary cave, with which
you have a long history, I think.

What did the Cathars believe?

Well, they were Christians
who devoted their lives

so completely to prayer,

but we do know that they spent
time in caves in deep meditation.

They wouldn't eat meat, they didn't
have intimate relationships.

They had no churches,
they had no statues.

When they were young,

they were helped by a holy person
to find a stone,

and on that stone they would
etch an image of their own soul

over their lifetime.

It was their connection
with holy God,

with the heavens, with the spirit.

And why did the Catholic church
of Rome believe it to be heresy?

Rome had for a couple of centuries
been consolidating

its path throughout Western Europe.

In the 12th century,

it had moved into this area,
and was trying to persuade

the local people to accept
the rule of Rome

in their spiritual lives.

Catherine's studies led her to the
nearby castle of Montsegur

where in 1244, Cathars had taken
shelter from the papal Crusaders.

Of this 400 or so people who were
still living on the mountain

after a ten month siege,

221 preferred to die in a fire,

rather than to submit to the control
of Rome in their spiritual lives.

'And this intrigued me.|.

What I wanted to do was to see
why they were so determined to hold

on to what they had, despite the
threats that they were faced with.

To understand
the Cathars' spiritualjourney,

Catherine spent more than two clays
alone in this cave,

achieving
her own meditative inspiration.

She has offered to give me
an insight into that experience.

It gets pretty murky, doesn't it?

It does. I have a torch here
that I can turn on.

You get a sense of this cave.

This is the outer part of the cave.
Do we go through there?

Through here, yes. We'lljust
go on through to the back.

Shall I lead the way? Yes.

Please.

Ancl this is where I spent 60 hours.
My goodness.

So, Catherine. We have
arrived in your cave. Welcome.

As I near the end of this stretch
of my walk, my spiritual quest

has brought me to the
back of a very dark mountain cave.

I set myself up there in the corner.

I had warm clothes because,
you can feel it, it is cold in here.

I had cushions, and I had food,
and I settled in.

Perhaps what I suggest we do is we
just turn off the lights for a few

seconds, just to give you a sense
of what it is like in the dark.

Author Catherine de Courcy
spent two clays

and two nights in this cavern
as part of her research

into a religious group
called the Cathars,

who were present here
800 years ago.

It's an extraordinary feeling,
isn't it? Almost total darkness.

Absolutely cut off
from the outside world.

And you were here hour after hour
with your own thoughts.

Do you want to light a candle?

Lovely.

Well, I can see you now.

It really is total
darkness in here, isn't it?

Pitch dark. But strangely,
the time...

...passed.

I can't even say it flew,
it just passed.

It was like suspended.

The Cathars would go into deep
meditation for months on end,

and so I thought I would
spend 60 hours,

just to get that sense
of who they were.

What was the most important
moment for you?

It was probably about midway
through the time I was here.

And...

...| was drifting.

I might have been half asleep.
I don't really know.

I began to get
this sense of total peace.

It just felt quite
extraordinarily beautiful,

and that, to me, was the moment
where I felt this is...

This is what they knew.

And this is what Rome
was going to destroy.

I'm very glad that you
achieved that.

And I'm struck that most people
would think that religion

and church were the same thing.

But religion doesn't have
to have churches,

and so here I am,
sitting in a cave with you...

"learning a new perspective
on religion,

thanks to the views of people
who were here in the Middle Ages.

Yeah.

Well, I have remained behind in the
cave now Catherine has gone,

just to see how
I feel about solitude.

For some reason, the darkness
of this cave is not scary.

It is very peaceful.

But it's not for me.

Daylight again.

To me, it is a relief,

and what a paradox that you go into
a dark cave to seek enlightenment.

I don't feel as if I have achieved
a personal enlightenment

but I have been educated
by Catherine's experiences,

and by reflections on the Cathars.

It seems fitting to end my route
on the Cathar way,

stretching 160 miles eastwards,

tracing the paths walked by the
Cathars in medievaltimes.

High above the tiny village
of Roquefixade

stands the ruin of one of nine
castles along the trail.

This place once served as a haven
for those under attack,

and it's my final destination.

That is, unless Mother Nature
stands in my way.

First of April,
but this is no joke.

A snow storm.

On this walk, the skies have
thrown everything at me now.

The snow is going upwards,
which is unusualto me.

I thought the rain was bad enough.

Lungs burning in the icy air.

Far above me, my destination.

The castle of Roquefixade.

What must this climb
have been like

for the desperate
Cathar men and women,

being hunted down for their faith?

The higher I go,

the more heavily
the snow is falling.

This is really tough.

But the castle is in view now,
looking as I feel.

A bit ruined.

Ah, this is a good, flat bit here.

Make some progress.

WIND HOWLS

Ahh!

HE LAUGHS

I made it!

What drama.

The blizzard swirling
around the ancient battlements.

How completely Gothic.

And, as quickly as it descended,
the wild snowstorm lifts,

and I'm rewarded for my efforts
with a magnificent view.

I've been walking
in an area of the Pyrenees

where geography and history
have created a

self-sufficient
and independent-minded people.

In these wide open spaces,

they didn't want to accept
restrictions,

and their ancestors battled
popes and French kings

for the right to be autonomous.

And, the people I've met have
given me much to think about

with their very
different lifestyles.

Ancl I'm not going to follow
anything in their choices.

But it has impressed upon me

how free is the human spirit
to choose its own way.

And that is inspiring.

Next time in the Catalonian
Pyrenees, I am on a

deeply personal quest, as I explore
my father's route to freedom.

Can you imagine hundreds of people
walking up here?

I hope he might think
that my coming is a tribute to him.

I discover
a love of the landscape...

What was it that you
missed about this place?

The jOY-

...and celebrate on
the Mediterranean coast.

Down to the sea.

That is the finishing line!

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