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Monastery at El Escorial |
Today, I caught a bus out of Madrid for a day trip in the nearby mountains. Specifically, I went to the village of
San Lorenzo de El Escorial, or El Escorial, for short. This village was the historical residence of the King of Spain in the latter half of the 16th century, serving a similar function, I suppose, as did Versailles for French royalty. It was removed from the common masses in Madrid, just as Versailles was removed from
Paris, allowing its blue-blooded inhabitants to maintain a discreet distance from the rabble over which they ruled.
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Monastery facade |
Today, El Escorial is a popular tourist destination, its principle features being the eponymous monastery, where rest many Spanish regents, and the nearby
Valle de los Caídos (Valley of the Fallen) which is a memorial for those killed in Spain's
guerra civil.
A tour through these two attractions reinforces the very obvious fact that Spain and the Catholic Church are forever entwined. Even though most Spaniards today do not actively practice their religion, Spanish culture is entirely inculcated with
Catholic culture and morals. Once a Catholic, always a Catholic is what I say, although I have several "recovering Catholic" friends who vociferously disagree.
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Tombs within the monastery |
Both the monastery and the
Valle de los Caídos have Catholic basilicas and are holy places. It is not uncommon to see visitors genuflect and kneel at the pews, heads bowed in prayer.
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Chapel ceiling in the monastery |
I enjoyed touring the monastery, but the real treat for me was the
Valle de los Caídos. It rests nestled in the high wooded slopes above and to the north of the town. It is a solemn place of stone and silence.
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Entrance to the basilica at Valle de los Caídos |
Valle de los Caídos, as I said before, was dedicated as a war memorial for those who were killed in the Spanish Civil War; both Nationalists and Republicans. The monument was conceived by Francisco Franco who, of course, led the Nationalists to victory after 4 bloody years of war. Well, say what you want about Franco, and I'm no fan of fascists, but the memorial itself is a beautiful and moving experience for visitors.
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Tiled mosaic on the ceiling of the basilica in Valle de los Caídos |
(If you want to know more about the Spanish civil war, with all its tragedy, heroics, and romance, I recommend two works:
For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Ernest Hemingway (of course), and a little known film by Ken Loach called "Land and Freedom.")
On a personal note, my father,
Ross Cariaga, Junior, has been in my thoughts a lot on this trip. His deathbed wish was that I convert to Catholicism, so I suppose it's only natural that touring all these Catholic holy sights would summon his ghost.
But I don't want to ruminate on it over much. Instead, I'll end with a few more (very Catholic) photos, including some from yesterday's visit to
Catedrál Almudena in Madrid.
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Holy family on the road (inside El Escorial monastery) |
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In the town of El Escorial |
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Crucifix above the Valle de los Caídos |
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Artwork in the monastery |
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Mary and Jesus in the Catedrál Almudena |
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Schoolgirls in Madrid |
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Crypts beneath Catedrál Almudena |
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Stained glass in Catedrál Almudena |
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Spanish schoolboys |
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A Station of the Cross in Catedrál Almudena |
4 comments:
Holy Mary, Queen of Angels, pray for you. And even for Franco. He probably needs it more than you.
In Spain, everyone follows the Pope - half the people with a candle, half the people with a club … Little maxim I heard when I lived in Madrid. Your writing continues to move me Dade and after sunny Spain you may wish to prepare for a downpour. No, I don't mean Oregon. And it will be a warm, heartfelt downpour …
But it may also be down, down, down. Part of the reason for my bizarre conversion lies in having no hope for a world of what Chomsky calls economic fascism, no hope that is, without the Church ...
Am now in process of sending you the downpour on my slow system … a kaleidoscope of fragments … a cornucopia of weirdness. Maybe too weird, too tedious … no expectation that you do much with it if you don't want.
It is going to the hotmail address at this page.
Am now in process of sending you the downpour on my slow system … a kaleidoscope of fragments … a cornucopia of weirdness. Maybe too weird, too tedious … no expectation that you do much with it if you don't want.
It is going to the hotmail address at this page.
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