Mike and I had a disagreement on which dirt road was the correct one. After a few harrowing moments on what I thought looked like a sidewalk, not a road, we arrived in the small village. For the record, Mike was sure we were on the right road all along.
We parked in the town square and walked down the cobblestone road through the village to Cal Compte. We saw a couple of people, but they paid us no attention. The huge wooden doors to the hotel were locked up tight when we arrived. We pressed the external intercom buttons several times but no one answered. It was about 6PM and we were scrambling around to find a phone number that we could call to inquire about where the keeper of the inn might be. As if on queue, Joaquim, the owner of the place rolled into the church square and welcomed us inside.
The Cal Compte was built in 1801 although the house has parts which dates back to the 16th and 17th centuries. The entry was truly stunning. Joaquim showed us where breakfast would be served and showed us to our room. We were literally the only guests in the whole place.
It was as if we were staying in a historic monument in the common areas, yet the 3rd floor had been renovated into beautiful, modern guest rooms and suites. The most incredible views were right outside our window.
Our dinner had been arranged at the local restaurant in town, Cal Joc. They were not usually open in the evenings, but they had agreed to open for us. Seriously, there were two ladies (seemingly mother and daughter) there to make dinner just for us.
When Mike was trying to translate the menu options with the elder woman who was our server, he pointed to the menu item which we assumed was pig, "cerdo", she then formed a gun with her hand and proceeded to simulate a shooting sound. From that we got "wild boar" and Mike's menu choice was final. We had a terrific meal, Mike had the wild boar stew which will probably remain in his top 10 meals for quite some time. They only served wine that was made from the Village of Torroja Del Priorat, it was quite enjoyable.
We walked back through the quiet village to our hotel and entered the grand wooden doors. What an incredible day..
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