Aigua Xellida, also spelled Aigua Xelida, is a very little cove located not far away from the village of Tamariu (Costa Brava, Baix Empordà, province of Girona, Catalonia, Spain, Europe, planet Earth)
“Hermós” was the Catalan nickname of a very wise and very ugly fisherman who lived alone and happy in this secluded cove a long time ago. The word “Hermós” can be translated into English as “Handsome”.
Hermós had a good friend: Josep Pla.
Josep Pla was a writer … an outstanding writer.
This is the Aigua Xellida cove:
These are some words written by Josep Pla about Aigua Xellida and his friend “Hermós”, as they appear in his short story “Un viatge frustrat” (“A frustrated journey”):
“I used to go as a pilgrim to Aigua Xellida.
It was not easy to get there. The paths had grown over and despite being a mere half hour’s walk from Tamariu, access was difficult. But it was worth making a bit of an effort. The small cove was of a pale carmine hue touched by the shadow of the pine branches. Hermós lived there, with a small boat and a few fishing lines. The solitude was total.
Thinking back over my meetings with this man, I have reached the conclusion that the core of his personality was, despite his illiteracy, the solid culture that he possessed. His real name was Sebastià Puig and he descended from one of the oldest families of Palagrugell: Can Cuca de Vilaseca. Physically, he seemed an anthropopithecus …”
Josep Pla also wrote about his good friend Hermós and the Aigua Xellida cove in the most beautiful, funny, authentic and entertaining touristic guide I have ever read: The Costa Brava Guide (Pic below: three guides by Mr. Pla, vol 30 of the complete edition of Josep Pla’s works) …
Today Aigua Xellida is not a secluded cove. The old and difficult path that Josep Pla transited so many times to visit his friend Hermós has been transformed into a paved little road.
And there are a few houses around.
Hermós abandoned that cove and this world many years ago.
Josep Pla died on April 23, 1981.
The other day I wandered through Aigua Xellida and its immediate surroundings in the utmost solitude, with my camera in hand. I just wanted to share with my little bunch of loyal readers a few pics of this tiny and beautiful corner of the Mediterranean Sea.
The sun was shining high on the horizon. A weak and mild “Garbí” wind -SW- was blowing, bringing to me pine and rosemary scents.
Sat on a rock, overwhelmed by the contemplation of the immense sea, breathing that purest air, I heard something coming from the apparently lonely Aigua Xellida beach …
It was the sound of two male voices speaking in the old Catalan language … and laughter … mixed with the whispery Garbí wind … From the distance, I could barely understand what those two men were talking about … Something about dozens of grilled sardines, a sailing boat, the wind, the sun, a journey, Heaven …
Here below you can see the pics I took that wonderful day: