Finger-mountains. Hands coming up from the small towns, reaching for the sky, the sun, the stars, space.
Eating 35 empanaditas at the top of the mountain. Tomando el sol. "Bon Siesta."
Adventure shoes in Spain. Walking backwards down the hills because forwards was to steep for my knee. Strange looks from kids and parents. Lots of laughs.
The smirking, smile man in the mountain with his pet tree.
The afternoon sun hitting the city, but putting us in shadows with the strangely beautiful mountains.
The monastery in the mountains.
Painting what I felt, what I saw. The purples, yellows, greens, blues, reds grays, blacks of everything around me. The colorful finger mountains in front of me, the blue snowy mountains behind them, and the soft, pillowy clouds above them all.
Are those the mountains? Through the clouds? Is that really them?
Hearing Catalan and Spanish all around us, but not a word of English.
The footy field of the gods? Of the giants that turned to stone in the mountain? Of the monks? Could it someday be ours?
Riding up to Montserrat on the Cremallera railway, but really, we were flying among the clouds.
Walking on a dream?
Standing at the top of Sant Jeroni. After two hours of hiking up straight stairs. That couldn't have been the way the monks got to the top here.......
Oh.....so THIS is the way the monks made it. The 2 hours we went down, on the long, winding, mostly cobblestoned path with very few stairs. That makes a little more sense.
A long, long time ago there were giants in Barcelona. But something happened one day. No one quite knows the story. And they disappeared.
To reappear as the magnificent cliffs of Montserrat.
Will you join me again tomorrow? I promise you - you have no idea what's at the top of these stairs. It's beyond anything you've ever imagined.
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