Mastorrencito’s Stories

That weekend came with a tingle in my stomach. It was Friday and, as usual, I had sent the messages to the clients who were coming. But this time, something…

Some nights, the thought devours me. I find it hard to sleep because my mind gets tangled up in questions that, at first glance, have no answers. What if all…

Many moons ago, on one of those winter nights when the cold penetrates to the bones, the rural house Mas Torrencito, a XV century farmhouse in the heart of the…

The wind was blowing strongly that afternoon when we decided to celebrate Albert’s forty years at the helm of La Barratina. Four decades in a business that was already an…

The day I died there were no heavenly trumpets or tunnels of blinding light. I simply closed my eyes in Mas Torrencito’s bed and, when I opened them, I was…

February has started well… or at least we can’t complain. What will it be, will it be? It has rained, which we needed, but unless it rains more, this summer…

The night before had been one of those that test anyone’s patience and endurance. The rain was falling with an intensity that can only be described as the universal deluge…

We were sold a lie. They made us believe that life was wonderful, that everything would be a road full of good things, that if “pim”, that if “pata”, that…

Really, what kind of society are we building? What a stress! 😵 I really feel lucky to live where I live, because my goodness… and I only went to Girona,…

If you think about it, some of us – not all of us – get to do things we would never do under other circumstances. For example, losing sleep because…