Hills Above Andorra la Vella

A day trip by bus from Barcelona,
gazing out a window,
thinking of home. 

We approach a mountain, and,
much as I do in Canada,
I scan the slopes to try to guess
which way the highway will turn
to push up over the summit. 
But this is Europe,
so we drive straight through the mountain. 
I see the reflections of my bus mates in the glass
as we glide through the tunnel. 

In Andorra la Vella,
I do not pull out a map. 
Instead, I follow the Gran Valira River
until I get to the marketplace,
where I am surrounded by thousands of tourists,
here for the low prices. 
I push my way uphill,
marvel that a soccer field could be built on this terrain,
and marvel further that Andorra,
a country of 82,000 people,
has a competitive national soccer team. 

When I meander high enough to reach
the most expensive and commanding of the city’s houses,
I sidle onto a hiking trail. 
I do not know where it goes,
but I follow it until I come to a stone bridge,
blocked by a medium-sized black and white dog. 
I aim to pass him,
but he steps in my path,
challenging me. 
I am amused,
retreat to give him his victory,
sit on a rock near the bridge,
down some water,
and wait. 

In a minute, the dog’s female master arrives,
crosses the bridge, smiles at me,
and her dog follows, looking back
over its shoulder to ensure I am not a threat. 

The trail is well-maintained,
follows the ridge above the city,
and I enjoy shuffling my feet
through fallen autumn leaves. 
I reminisce about my childhood,
leaping into leaves that my father
spent all morning raking into a pile. 

At a bench, I sit and
gaze over the countryside. 
Several hikers pass by;
one greets me in a language I don’t understand. 
Was it Catalan? 

I’m not sure really why I came here,
to this country. 
I remember I wanted to see the mountains,
walk along some paths. 
It’s what I always want to do,
either at home or in a new country. 
Did I wonder if Andorra was any different
than France or Spain?
My memory is fuzzy,
but I decide it doesn’t matter. 
I am in my element,
in the hills,
on a trail,
during my favourite season. 

I am content. 
And that is enough. 

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