tram up to the monastery at Montserrat. Alas... we walked to the
station and missed the train by exactly two minutes, waited an hour in
the Parc Joan Miro then caught the next train out of town. The
monastery is perched on the serrated (serrat) mountains up so high one
can see the snow-capped Pyrennes and even Mallorca. Remembering that
Lauren just rode over them and into France last week we offered a
prayer of Thanksgiving to the Black Madonna and lit a candle for one
of the Backroads leaders.
The vertiginous tram down was two minutes late for the train back to
Barcellona, but hot chocolate was a delightful compensation for yet
another wait.
Back at The Market Hotel (a hidden treasure in the city) we met
Lauren's host,Gabrielle, for a Metro ride to an authentic tapas dinner
near the Cathedral. Of course, we missed the Metro by two minutes.
All in all, these six critical minutes actually ended up not in
disappointments but in new friendships, walks in parks and some
SERIOUS digital photo editing.
Blog readers will, however, have to indicate their interest in
reliving our adventures by commenting on our blog. We're happy to
share any of the 667 photos with anyone. ( Most of Morocco looks like
an Anthropology catalogue)
Tomorrow is our last full day in this glorious and friendly country -
the thought of leaving is truly spainful.
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