Stepping into a tiny village in Spain was a bit like time travel. The buildings were old, some of them very old. Many were in disrepair and slowly decaying. Walking through the winding, narrow streets revealed glimpses of a fascinating past. In numerous locations in Catalonia, much of the older generation spoke only the Catalonian language. They didn’t speak Spanish.
The atmosphere in these small places was generally quiet and reserved. The pace of everyday life moved at a snails pace, compared to cities like Barcelona or Tarragona. Faster paced, larger cities displayed a striking mixture of both “old and new”, with all of the modern world conveniences.
In comparison, the smallest towns seem to be almost standing still in time. It was a real treat to unwind there, as very few people ever seemed to be in a hurry and did not suffer from the “not having enough time” syndrome. How refreshing!