Today we decided to trek out to one of the most famous mountains for climbing (and praying) in Catalunya. Waking up at 7am, we managed to jump onto one of the trains leaving Barcelona to reach Montserrat. It was hot. It was sunny. It was good. Tons of other people were on the train as well, although I assume they were going to pray because most got off on the stop before the mountain trail. But not us. No, we decided we were going to scale the beast. Starting from the base in a delightfully quaint town named Monistrol de Montserrat and armed with sandwiches and a few liters of water, we ascended.
And I mean that this was class 3 climbing or so, cause the mountain trail was pretty steep for the most part. We managed at least 1170 meters over the course of 4 hours or so. After an hour and a half, we reached the monastery and caught our breath a bit. I went off to mass and then we checked out the beautiful art exhibit they had in the museum (not expecting the museum at the monastery at all, especially not with a few works by Picasso). After that we climbed all the way to the top, and the view was astounding. Just amazing. I mean, check it yourself below.
Peter decided we would have to come back and try some of the climbing routes we saw on our way to the Refugio de St. Antonio, and with shaky legs I said, “well, alright, I mean, if you really want to I guess.” Yea I felt a bit of terror inside. But I feel like it could be amazing, so why not. Then Jason and I hurried down while Peter went to check another peak of the mountain. Peter ran down like a madman after us and managed to make the same train as us (the crazy kid), so it was an awesome day, full of sights I will definitely remember 🙂