Up the mountain, past the palace, pause at the stadium, into the castle, through the park, down the road, enter the cemetery, I think we are trapped in the cemetery, joder, we are definitely trapped in the cemetery.
Today I got lost and trapped in the Jewish cemetery on Montjuïc, which translates to Jew Mountain in Catalan. I am in Barcelona, where I am visiting a friend from mur’ca, Elisa. We decided to go see the castle and Olympic stadium on the top of the mountain, and then ventured into the Jewish cemetery on the back of the mountain.
The sign said it was open until 5:30, so at 5:25 we went in. This was obviously an intelligent decision. Here is a picture of the cemetery:
If you look up a map of Montjuïc, you will see a long zigzag road. We walked that road, against our will, following the false promise of the “Sortida” signs. This after four intentional hours exploring the rest of the mountain. We walked for about an hour in the cemetery, losing confidence in the signs as we went and considering hitchhiking. Here is one of the less creepy cavities in the walls we passed on our trek:
Finally! There is the ‘sortida!’ There, with that large iron gate closing it off. Sigh. So here is the wall we jumped over to get out, in minor desperation:
Remember how I said it’s a Jewish cemetery? Well, most of the people there appeared to be Christian or Catholic, just like this guy, who taught me how to say ‘I love you’ in Catalan: