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(soon will try to upload some pictures to this post also) sunday  15 july, we said goodbye to our kind hosts of Can Piella in the morning and followed a nice road to San Pol de Mar, Iago arranged us a place to stay, the Poliesportiu municipal, and in the night we met with a orquestra band from the town and some friends of a known poet Perejaume to talk about comunity living and degrowth while we cooked our first dinner on our rocket stoves at the beach. monday 16 july, we continued following the sea, by a beautiful scenic road, and stoped…

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Decreciendo sobre ruedas

Participar en Ecotopia biketour es una formidable aventura personal y colectiva no exenta de múltiples y variados riesgos. Si uno no sabe mantener el sutil equilibrio entre las dos ruedas de su bicicleta podría verse obligado al descanso forzoso durante unos días e incluso a abandonar definitivamente su soñado viaje. El riesgo aumenta cuando uno se hace cargo del entrañable y viejo remolque lleno de utensilios de cocina, avena para el porridge matinal, cereales, frutos secos y verduras varias para las próximas comidas. Esto es lo que le pasó hace unos días a uno de nuestros compañeros cuando descendía por…

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Song of Can Decreix

In the loneliness of the afternoon in Can Decreix I wrote a song, inspired by the feelings while greeting and hugging friends with whom we have been sharing a good piece of road… here it is: People go and people come on the way to Perpignan people come and people go Can Masdeu seems months ago Broken spokes and off-road paths chickpeas bottles, bunches of nuts yummy-cakes-thieves on the run scottish dances are such a fun Fruit and veggies from the trash that’s the menu at Can Decreix grand massages, swedish tales supper’s ready bring the plates Flute’s notes in…

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Beaches, hitchbiking, wild fruit, pledges and police

Beaches As I write this, I’m on a warm sandy beach in Sant Pol de Mar on the Mediterranean coast in the evening. Our group is watching the fireworks dancing above the town. Somebody asked whether they were ‘eco-fireworks’. We thought about it, then gave a small ‘woop’ for the next green one. A firework after our own hearts. As the locals serenaded us with guitars, an oboe, tuba and stunning voices , and gave us beer, I thought, “I could get used to this degrowth lifestyle”. I am also enjoying all of the Spanish accents pronouncing ‘beach’, it makes…

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