Our 2022 season is all about L’encesa, an ancient fishing art from the area of our Marina Alta. We pay tribute to all those encesers who risked their lives every winter night with  the Enceser story. Today chapter 4: My fishery. "January is coming to an end and I have spent two weeks learning the ancient fishing technique called l'Encesa. I have brought home good money. I get a truce with money issues. I am exhausted, but happy. I don't have enough life to thank my hosts for this opportunity to fish in their fishery. Now it's time [...]

Our 2022 season is all about L’encesa, an ancient fishing art from the area of our Marina Alta. We pay tribute to all those encesers who risked their lives every winter night with the Enceser story. Today chapter 3: The first night. "The last ray of sun hiding towards the valley of Xaló tells me that the time has come. Yesterday I decided that this cold, wet January night would be my first night as enceser. I have been talking with encesers for several days, learning from their experiences, getting to know the work. I'll be fishing with a couple [...]

Our 2022 season is all about L'encesa, an ancient fishing art from the area of our Marina Alta. We pay tribute to all those encesers who risked their lives every winter night with the Enceser story. Today chapter 2: Orchard and Sea. “With each step on the cold and damp earth of the terrace my feet sink a little more. After a whole week of strong rain and low temperatures, my garden is a disaster. This year's harvest will be a real disaster. Every time I raise my head I see the Mediterranean and I think about [...]

Our 2022 season is all about L’encesa, an ancient fishing art from the area of our Marina Alta. We pay tribute to all those encesers who risked their lives every winter night with the Enceser story. Today chapter  Today chapter 1: The day I learned about l’encesa. "The sun had not yet touched that heart-leaf from our vineyards as I finished adjusting the lace of my espadrille, seated on my old wooden chair under the reed pergola that presided over the family’s orchard. In the background, the Mediterranean Sea. My bones still numb from the humidity and winter cold, [...]