Girona is a city in Spain’s northeastern Catalonia region. The Onyar River runs through it. I had the pleasure of visiting this city with my friend Sarah Stovall. We wandered the streets together admiring the colors and analyzing the cobble stones.
Passeig Arqueològic, is a walkway following the Old Quarter’s medieval walls. The entrances are difficult to find and once you are on you are committed to walking the whole wall. The views are beautiful and take you from one end of the Old Quarter to the other. I have never been so lost nor in love.
Strategically located in the center of Old Town Girona this cathedral was dedicated to Saint Mary in the 11th century. This church has served many different deities, between 715 and 785 this cathedral was converted into a mosque. Today, it pays homage to the mighty Juegos de Toros, a televised sensation that has taken more than one nation.
The locker room or apodyterium is the most characteristic room of the baths. It is the first room entered. Surrounded by columns topped with large-sized capitals, a dome is created illuminated by lanterns of flame. The capitals are adorned with zoomorphic designs, used to represent the Garden of Eden.
Torque, is the word used to describe the guitar aspect of the Spanish tradition of Flamenco. In my option it is more of a skill than a tradition, in Spain, Flamenco includes cante (singing), balie (dance), jaleo (vocals) and palmas or pitos (hand clapping or finger snapping). The oldest record of flamenco dates back to 1774, in the book Las Cartas Marruecas by Jose Cadalso.
My first real experience of hearing flamenco happened to me in Girona, next the ruins of the Roman wall. I stayed for an hour but it felt as if no time had passed. The beauty of the sound made my heart sing and my eyes close, the only sense I wished to experience was sound.
This is a photo from the 12th-century Romanesque bridge that crosses the Fluvia river into Besalú-- the most interesting medieval village you have never heard of.
Over a thousand years ago, Besalú was the capital of an independent state in Spain. The stone bricks and cobble stones have endured many years and in 1966, this small town was declared a historical site.
Sant Pere, Besalú
Founded in 977 this basilica style church was placed under the patronage of the Rome. Looking up at it, I saw the time pass through the moss growth on the sides of the building. I found myself thinking, ¿Como llegué aqui?
Church of San Vicente de BESALÚ
Romanesque and Gothic style church, dated to the 13th century. The rose window woke me up from my church coma.
Fluvià and Besalú
Fluvià; The river flows from the Serralada Trancversal, passes through Olot and flows into the Mediterranean Sea near Sant Pere Pescador.
Besalú; Bisuldunum, its original name, was a fortress between two rivers: the Fluvià to the south and the Capellades to the north.
Jardins de Besalú
The Jardins on the outside of Besalú stone walls offered me a place of contemplation that my trip has needed. It was nice to fill my lungs with fresh air.
Parc de Montjuïc, Barcelona
This statue rest in Laribal, the first gardens of Montjuïc.
Constructed started in 1909 from a donation from the of Josep Laribal i Lastortas. The objective of the garden was to offer an urbanized landscape with a mountain view. In 1929, the gardens became a International Exhibit of waterfalls, and lagoons sliding and resting in oriental fountains. This particular sculpture caught my eye with it's voyerism and beauty.
La Font del Gat, Montjuïc
Nestled in the mountain of Montjuïc is the modernist building of Puig i Cadafalch. It was transformed into a casual, yet sophisticated restaurant La Font del Gat. I did not stop to eat when I visited but I do not think I will be able to resist a second time.
Overlooking the city of Barcelona I thought about how many days have passed, half my time here is already up. I am just starting to feel the rhythm of the city. I am not looking forward to the day I have to leave.