7th April 2011: Barcelona Day Twenty-One.

Hmmmm, not up as early as we should be (mainly because of me) and we are off on our trek to Montserrat just a little late.

Michelle’s homework is proving very accurate and we are able to link up our transport in precision like fashion. The link between the metropolitan train and our country train proved a little testing but we stuck to the instructions and found our way to where we should be.

The trip out of Barcelona to Montserrat was very easy and we marvelled at the rock structure as we drew closer to the Monastery. We arrived just in time to have an initial look around and then head into the church to hear the boys choir sing for a ten-minute period. They do this every day and I have to say they were perfect.

The acoustics of the church complimented their trained voices delivering something very special….I wished my Mum was with us….she would have really enjoyed it. After the choir, we strolled the grounds and moved away from the large crowds that had gathered in the main tourist areas.

It didn’t take long to find a nice quiet place to sit and eat our lunch and it was impossible not to relax listening to the nearby waterfall and the active wildlife around us.

Everything about this place has a sense of calmness and peace, the kind you can spend your whole life trying to find. The Church seemed like just the place for us to light some candles and so with thoughts of Andrew, Gabriel and my Dad in mind, we placed three candles together in a section of their own. It felt good and right to do this and remember them in this place.

Michelle and I agreed that it was a place we would both like to revisit one day. We made the trip back to Barcelona late afternoon and visited the Parc Guell. It was a relaxing way to end our day but I must admit to discovering that the public transport system here is not something I am falling in love with.