Our first proper walk was up Pic de Torradella, and I'll be honest, it was rough going. No well-maintained paths here, just authentic mountain terrain that demands respect. The group was warming up nicely to the challenge when something extraordinary happened. I was approaching a col, the sun warm on my back, when I noticed a shadow moving across the ground in front of me. My heart stopped.
I looked up into that impossibly blue, cloudless sky and there it was, a solitary eagle, soaring not far above me. Not the distant speck you usually glimpse, but close enough that I could see the power in its wings. For several minutes, I watched this magnificent bird circle away from the col and high above the valley, then return to the sky directly overhead. It was as if Andorra itself was welcoming us, reminding us that we were entering its domain.
That moment set the tone for everything that followed. This wasn't going to be just another walking holiday. We were stepping into something special.