On our way from Barcelona to Andorra we decided to stop in this monastery up on the mountains. I had no clue of this place, something my parents had googled. Through out my childhood it was quite common for them to drag us to monasteries, churches, crosses, cathedrals, synagogues, temples, mosques etc.. And it was all cool and fun until you saw like a dozen of them on the same trip, all of them look the same an require you to wear long sleeves when it's like 40+ degrees outside and take a lot of lining to get in. And that's why I usually don't do them a lot when travelling on my own. With Arno we have done it a few times now and it has been fine. One or two is a good amount for me so I wasn't complaining this time.
So we parked our car on the hill and were stunned by the views of course. I figured it would be a skirtable (skirt walkable) walk so I kept my dress on and just picked a sun hat to cover my head since we were quite high and it was around noon. And up we went. It was a beautiful place, I have to admit. Lots of towers and statues. I loved the color of the stone. It definitely was a good pic from my parents, a place where I could have gone myself too.
But of course we had to go inside even tho it looked quite nice from the outside. And that took us like 40 minutes of lining up. And 20 more minutes lining up inside to see the Black Madonna. She was beautiful! But I am not Catholic so for me it didn't quite have the same meaning than for the people around me. But the cathedral was stunning and there was a talented choir singing. And once I got out the walk down to the yard was lined with hundreds of candles. I didn't light up one. We usually do it together with Arno when we go in to a church or so. This time I just reached my hand behind my back automatically. It's something I always do when we are together in a supermarket, party or just walking. And every time I can trust that he finds my hand and takes it into his warm grip.
Byeee,
Linnea
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