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Other trips I've takenSo after review on Friday, we had to wake up early saturday morning to hope on what seemed like it should have been a short train ride to Igualada. It ended up being about 1.5 hours because of all the stops in the small Spanish towns that the train made.
By the time we got to Igualada, it was 11:45. We took a bus to the cemetary, which as I'd previously mentioned, was done by Spanish architect Enric Miralles. It was really an amazing space. It lies at the end of a small road, surrounded by mountains, laying in a valley. As the path winds down, it's tough to even tell the solemn events that occur there. The curved concrete structures that come out of the ground are actually where the coffins slide into. Standing at the bottom of the valley, looking back towards the enterance, you're faced with a wall of these small square holes, with markers on them, for the first time making it a reality that you're in a cemetary. It's beautiful and erie all at the same time. From the top, you see nothing but the beautiful scenery that surrounds the area, full of greenery and the imagery of life. From the bottom, you're looking at cold concrete, harsh, surrounded by memories of those past.
After we left the cemetary, we headed off to meet a friend of Adrian's who has just finished a new house that overlooks the cliffs in suberban Igualada. We walked around the outside of the hosue as well as on the roof. A very interesting project, that was unique and inspiring. From there, we headed back to the train station, where we split for lunch. After lunch, we met back up to take a quick tour of the hotel right across from the train station that was also done by the same architect of the previous house. Following that tour, we headed back to Barcelona and another 1.5 hour train ride.
Interestingly, on my flight over Igualada I took photos of the large windmills that stretched along the mountain ridges. It wasn't until this trip that I even knew where those windmills were.
When we returned, we watched the end of Spain's EuroCup match, celebrating the goal in the last few minutes with everyone else in the city it seemed. Following this, we got ready to meet up with Adrian in Barcelonetta to watch the second game. At the end of that game, he showed us a very nice restaurant, and we enjoyed ourselves, telling jokes, drinking cava, and enjoying a great meal...the 8 boys of the trip.
By the time we got to Igualada, it was 11:45. We took a bus to the cemetary, which as I'd previously mentioned, was done by Spanish architect Enric Miralles. It was really an amazing space. It lies at the end of a small road, surrounded by mountains, laying in a valley. As the path winds down, it's tough to even tell the solemn events that occur there. The curved concrete structures that come out of the ground are actually where the coffins slide into. Standing at the bottom of the valley, looking back towards the enterance, you're faced with a wall of these small square holes, with markers on them, for the first time making it a reality that you're in a cemetary. It's beautiful and erie all at the same time. From the top, you see nothing but the beautiful scenery that surrounds the area, full of greenery and the imagery of life. From the bottom, you're looking at cold concrete, harsh, surrounded by memories of those past.
After we left the cemetary, we headed off to meet a friend of Adrian's who has just finished a new house that overlooks the cliffs in suberban Igualada. We walked around the outside of the hosue as well as on the roof. A very interesting project, that was unique and inspiring. From there, we headed back to the train station, where we split for lunch. After lunch, we met back up to take a quick tour of the hotel right across from the train station that was also done by the same architect of the previous house. Following that tour, we headed back to Barcelona and another 1.5 hour train ride.
Interestingly, on my flight over Igualada I took photos of the large windmills that stretched along the mountain ridges. It wasn't until this trip that I even knew where those windmills were.
When we returned, we watched the end of Spain's EuroCup match, celebrating the goal in the last few minutes with everyone else in the city it seemed. Following this, we got ready to meet up with Adrian in Barcelonetta to watch the second game. At the end of that game, he showed us a very nice restaurant, and we enjoyed ourselves, telling jokes, drinking cava, and enjoying a great meal...the 8 boys of the trip.