A while ago, in a different medium and format, I wondered how El Vendrell could be the way it is. I don't know exactly what it's like either; it's simply El Vendrell. But it's the birthplace of people like Pau Casals, Àngel Guimerà, the brothers Ramon Ramon i Vidales and Joan Ramon i Vidales, the Andreu Nin brothers, and the Lax'n'Busto family. Something like Reus or Sarral, but in the Penedès region.

The Ebro River has been, is, and will be one of the most important axes not only of Catalonia but of all of southern Europe. Perhaps even more so in the past, considering it as a road network, but as a communication, cultural, and commercial axis… it is unbeatable! This relationship extends not only from the Delta to Reinosa, but also from one bank to the other. In Tortosa, this is almost physically visible. The river is not a backdrop: it is a constant presence, an active memory, and a shared horizon. For centuries, the Ebro has shaped the city and determined its open, commercial, and diverse character. Here, the river doesn't separate; it connects. In this context, the Municipal Market is not just any facility. Located by the water, it is a direct heir to this culture of exchange. If the Ebro has been a means of communication, the market has been its public square; if the river has transported goods and people, the market has transformed them into relationships, conversations, and everyday life.

When we set off to travel the world, what's now called "traveling," everyone recommends visiting the markets wherever we end up. These markets, some distorted, like some in Cap-Casualty, and others more famous and popular, like the Sunday markets in certain parts of the world, are portraits, snapshots, and samples of their surroundings. In the stalls, in the order—or disorder—of the products, in the voices that resonate, and in the mingling aromas, one can discern a way of life, of producing, and of relating to food.

For the past few weeks, as also happened in Tarragona, the Royal Congregation of the Most Pure Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ, better known as the Blood of Reus, has been experiencing turbulent times in Reus. From abandonments and missteps to resignations, delegated commissioners, keys and locks, leaflets, and construction work, this conflict has reached the headlines of media outlets throughout the country.

You can't imagine, dear readers, how much we want to celebrate here. Celebrating ten years of a newspaper in Catalonia is already an achievement; doing so in the Camp de Tarragona region, even more so. And if we add the opportunity to write about heritage—both tangible and intangible—from here and for this territory… well, that's definitely worth popping the champagne and cracking open the cookie jar!

For decades now, many of the most renowned squares in the Western world have been transformed into large roundabouts designed for vehicular traffic, relegating pedestrians to the periphery—or even just the sidewalks—of these spaces. This metamorphosis has profoundly altered our understanding of the square: it is no longer the meeting place and social hub our grandparents knew, but a thoroughfare, subject to the logic of the vehicle.

Since last year I had not included in this one Now We Discover not a single corner of my house. Or, to be more precise, the Barberà Basin or the Lower Segarra... or perhaps the Alt Gaià, the Segarra of Tarragona, or that little piece of the world between Sarral and Santa Coloma de Queralt.

The Gaià River Valley, one of the last historical frontiers of the Camp de Tarragona region, is one of the areas with the highest concentration of castles per square kilometer in Spain. The river that descends from the Conca de Barberà region—or the Baixa Segarra region, as the locals prefer to call it—to the Tarragonès region offers a veritable string of fortresses that, in their time, served both to watch over and defend a strategic and often disputed territory. The Gaià's rock-fortified castles still mark the landscape today, silent testimonies to a history of frontiers and repopulation.

In the traffic of the Campo Maritimo in the mountains, the C-14 is the border. The exact point where we pass from one landscape to the other is probably when the road reduces from four to two lanes at the height of Alcover.

Don't worry, I'll give you a few seconds to look up what Neuschwanstein is...

It's not difficult to capture the dynamic spirit of the people of El Camp—in the broadest sense of the term—from the ground up or by reviewing its history. The list of elements, events, and people who have done both famous and crazy things from our country is more than long. From the tops of our mountains to the darkest sides of our valleys and coast.

The most popular part of El Vendrell is its library, or rather: its libraries. Although, in this article, we will leave aside the Terra Baixa Public Library and focus on the El Vendrell Popular Library – it all starts with p, but one is public and the other, popular.

Hidden among the warehouses of the Riuclar industrial estate, surrounded by the A-27 and A-7 highways – in one of the areas with the greatest industrial presence in Tarragona – and covered in weeds, we find, sleeping the sleep of the righteous, the remains of the abandoned village of Montgons. Without a path to lead us, without any physical signage to indicate where we are and much less what we can find.