Gossamer mountain monastery

God walked among us on this sacred mountain. It’s like He took foot steps and left behind a trail of clouds. The fog in the morning and early afternoon made this monastery feel like a secret treasure wrapped neatly in a gossamer blanket.

The early morning started with a train ride and the scenic but not exciting rack rail, cremallera, to the top. (Unfortunately, the Aeri, the little German cable cars, and the funiculars are not operational during the winter months. Lame. It seems a lot of tourist things are put on hold this time of year…)

Although I have no picture of the funicular, this ride to the top would have been super chulo.
There’s not much to say besides; the monastery was a tranquil trip, nothing big and exciting. Just beautiful scenery, a cat that followed me around until I fed it, a daily boys’ choir performance, and magnificent church architecture.

However, the whole experience gave me time to reflect how lucky I am to be here. It took years of saving babysitting money in high school to working hard in college, but I finally made my study abroad dream come true. :) Thank you, God, and thank you everyone else who made this possible or influenced me in anyway. Yay!