After another bus ride, we arrived at the opposite side of Montjuic...near the Llobregat River, and walked a few blocks until we reached the cemetary entrance, which is more like entering a city built for lost loved ones. It is beautiful and decorative and not at all our monotonous tombstoned rows of headstones which hardly represent or express the incredible life of a human being.
Professor Vidal led us up the exterior pathway, past multiple of the smaller rooms of graves.
Until we reached what may be one of the most peaceful and serene locations in all of Barcelona. This quarry is not dreadful or sad or enclosed or distracting. Instead it is open and free and green and lively with wildflowers and birds flying, and a party with drums and music somewhere over the top of the cliff that surrounds this open field.
The sun came out for the first time all day...or maybe it was sunny there the whole time, and raining everywhere else...its hard to believe that this space is anything but perfect. It's quiet, calm, harmonious, and jubilant all at once. All there is to do is sit,
stretch
relax.
On the way out everyone was uplifted after such a long, tough morning. Tom lightened any sour moods by playing She Loves me, she loves me not...he figured out the trick since all of the flowers had an odd number of petals...CHEATER!
Even with a little bit of sunshine on our faces and bounce in our step, it was hard to forget that we still had another bus ride, a short walk, and a metro to our final park. Exhaustion had to set in sometime.
Professor Vidal led us up the exterior pathway, past multiple of the smaller rooms of graves.
Until we reached what may be one of the most peaceful and serene locations in all of Barcelona. This quarry is not dreadful or sad or enclosed or distracting. Instead it is open and free and green and lively with wildflowers and birds flying, and a party with drums and music somewhere over the top of the cliff that surrounds this open field.
The sun came out for the first time all day...or maybe it was sunny there the whole time, and raining everywhere else...its hard to believe that this space is anything but perfect. It's quiet, calm, harmonious, and jubilant all at once. All there is to do is sit,
stretch
relax.
On the way out everyone was uplifted after such a long, tough morning. Tom lightened any sour moods by playing She Loves me, she loves me not...he figured out the trick since all of the flowers had an odd number of petals...CHEATER!
Even with a little bit of sunshine on our faces and bounce in our step, it was hard to forget that we still had another bus ride, a short walk, and a metro to our final park. Exhaustion had to set in sometime.
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