Bones and the Motherhouse
This is going to be an odd day. We begin with a walk in somewhere which feels so rural, empty and peaceful. We then sink into the valleys around Granada, with houses packed into every available space and even unavailable spaces. So, here we are, minding our own business, looking are Spring spread its tendrils across the landscape and then a huge building hives into view on our left. It is the Abadía del Sacromonte and we are approaching it from the least impressive angle. It has history, as you will expect. Picture the scene. It is 1595. The Counter-Reformation is doing its bit and things are a bit sharp in Europe. People are wandering around looking at things and in the Sacromonte area of Granada some chaps found some bones. These were declared to be those of Saint Caecilius. Who he? I hear you say, you ungodly wretches. Apparently he was one of the seven fellows ordained in Rome by Saint Peter and Paul and sent to Spain to Spread...