This giant route starts with a horrendous, off-balance crack structure, and is know as the puta fissura. The route takes a left turn, and traversing out left in the fat part of the yellow wall leads to a straight up sequence with dynos on humid rails and then technical moves on pockets and edges. Traversing right through a huge blue overhang, the route busts into a headwall, with, oh yes, a very hard boulder. 

There are two pockets and you rest. There is one long move to an edge, right hand, a huge lock off with a high foot into a structure of pockets with the left hand, where one can rest slightly, I repeat, slightly, then there is the real crux. Dani has fallen like 40 or 50 times up there. Chris maybe 5. Me never, because I don’t get there yet. Tomorrow. 

Ok, focus ... 

A long move to a slopey vertical edge for the right hand, then a change of feet, and then a viscous dropping-in move to an undercling.  That’s where everyone falls down. You can fall afterwards, too! From here there are too many methods to count, but it involves a pocket for the left hand, and an escape traverse to the right, all funky, then an exit. A crimpy one, but an exit, leading directly to the anchor; "The Happy Place." 

As I said, things have been rough, lately. There has been so much climbing! All the time talking about climbing, every night thinking about climbing, and even when sleeping, dreaming about climbing. I know it’s a bit extreme. But what the hell! Lots of hard routes, lots of strong friends, lots of big falls, and a hell of a lot more getting pumped! This is the good life. The life where sending means nothing, and trying means everything, the life where the only goal is to get fit, and feel good. Climbing is the ticket, and this place has more climbing then one can do in a lifetime, and yet there’s more. Hundreds of crags, and boulders lie all over Catalunya, in every direction. 

This is only the beginning of: Chapter Spain.