The vast warehouse of Airearte, in Sant Jordi Desvalls, is like an expanding continent, capable of absorbing everything that boils in Lluís Mohedano's mind. A space that grows like one of the giant inflatables that have allowed its creator to literally live off the air for forty years. The building, a former onion and potato drying facility, has become over time an artifact difficult to classify: an art gallery, a concert hall, a stage for theater, dance, and poetry. coworking It's an improvised space for workshops and, at the same time, a bar where cocktails and small plates mingle with relaxed conversations. Initially, it only opened occasionally, coinciding with exhibitions, but since last summer, now with a bar license, it's open every day and hopes that a growing clientele will validate its original and constantly evolving concept.

It's Tuesday, it's eleven in the morning, and on the Portlligat breakwater, under a green awning, the fishermen Josep Lluís García Jaén (Córdoba, 1962) and Samuel Mir (Sant Cugat del Vallès, 1987) They are standing, cleaning the trammel nets, the small-scale fishing nets. They remove rocks and pieces of starfish that have become snagged; the nets must be clean so they can be used again. Sitting in a chair, helping them with the nets, is Benido Descamps Mallol (Cadaqués, 1936), a retired fisherman, wise, polite, with a brilliant memory, who tells Samu all the memories he has from the time he used to go out to sea. "I've been through all kinds of things in these areas of Cap de Creus when I was fishing," says Benido. As they clean the nets, they place them in black baskets. They'll have them ready for the afternoon, when they'll go to cast them into the sea, and the next day they'll collect them.

In Catalonia, there are several beaches along the coast where, year-round, bathing and towel-laying are prohibited. These are very specific areas, with special nature reserve protection, such as the Ebro Delta or the Llobregat Delta. There, no matter how good the weather is, human presence is restricted to promote biodiversity conservation. This summer, for the first time, Can Comas beach, between Sant Pere Pescador and Empuriabrava, right in front of the Wetlands of the Empordà.

There are places where time stretches on, where days are measured not by hours but by light, aromas, and silence. The Empordà is one of those places. This land between the sea and the mountains invites you to live slowly, to savor every kilometer, every moment.

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