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Of Monasteries and Mountains
Having successfully mastered the art of the Peugeot driving - honestly, it wasn't the various gears per se, I did learn to drive that way, not on automatic, I am that old; it was the secret of the reverse! - I was set to chauffeur my mother around the island. Well, we planned various tours, and on Tuesday, we did the first. Which led us to Valdemosa, boasting of a Carthusian monastary where Chopin and George Sand spent a winter (which was the vacation from hell - it rained, they didn't get along with the locals, and their relationship was falling apart, but we did get one and a half books by G.S. and the Preludes out of it) as well as a charming small town, then to Port de Soller (lovely harbor) and then through spectacular mountain roads roughly following the outlines of the coast to Poncella, then back across the country so we could see some more blooming almonds to Santa Maria. En route, we also stopped by at Deia (where Robert Graves spent his last 30 years and is buried; he also made sure no bus is allowed to drive through or park there, but cars are okay, which was good for us) and Miramar (one of the Habsburg archdukes, Ludwig Salvator, nabbed a monastary and made it his home for the holidays; again, spectacular view).
The Carthusian Monastary of Valdemosa



Library


George Sand's manuscripts and no, not Chopin's piano, but one where concerts are played in his honour:


View of the village:

A bit from the village, and my mother:



Deia. Now English (And Scottish, and Welsh, and Irish) people on my list, isn't that where you'd go if you said "Goodbye To All That", too?

This reminds me. A while ago likeadeuce asked me whether I didn't think Robert Graves was something of a dick, and revealed Pat Barker's novel Regeneration as the source of that opinion. Well, quoth I, while the novel is indeed a great one, it IS a novel and the Graves parts (he's only a minor character in it anyway) struck me as very much what happens if a fanfic author has an OTP (in Barker's case Sassoon/Owen) and doesn't want anyone to be as important or shock, even more important and connected to one of her guys, so she bashes that annoying personTPTB Real Life provided. Mind you, not that Graves was without dickish behaviour in other circumstances, but talking about the WWI era, and specifically the part Regeneration deals with, no. The reason I went and visited his grave, though, was because I love some of his poems, adore I, Claudius and will always be grateful to him for writing it, and yes, was fascinated when reading Goodbye to all that.


Graves' house in Deia is actually open to visitors. Just not on the day I visited, because there was a complete electricity fallout. Curses!
And here we have Miramar. Ex monastary, as I said (founded by one of the two local clerical heroes, Ramon Lull, no less), and then reduced to a vacation spot for the Habsburgs. Ah, well.

But the view!

On to Port de Soller, which is a lovely harbour, obviousy.



And then it was mountain road time!




Lastly, because they just are so pretty, one more:

The Carthusian Monastary of Valdemosa



Library


George Sand's manuscripts and no, not Chopin's piano, but one where concerts are played in his honour:


View of the village:

A bit from the village, and my mother:



Deia. Now English (And Scottish, and Welsh, and Irish) people on my list, isn't that where you'd go if you said "Goodbye To All That", too?

This reminds me. A while ago likeadeuce asked me whether I didn't think Robert Graves was something of a dick, and revealed Pat Barker's novel Regeneration as the source of that opinion. Well, quoth I, while the novel is indeed a great one, it IS a novel and the Graves parts (he's only a minor character in it anyway) struck me as very much what happens if a fanfic author has an OTP (in Barker's case Sassoon/Owen) and doesn't want anyone to be as important or shock, even more important and connected to one of her guys, so she bashes that annoying person


Graves' house in Deia is actually open to visitors. Just not on the day I visited, because there was a complete electricity fallout. Curses!
And here we have Miramar. Ex monastary, as I said (founded by one of the two local clerical heroes, Ramon Lull, no less), and then reduced to a vacation spot for the Habsburgs. Ah, well.

But the view!

On to Port de Soller, which is a lovely harbour, obviousy.



And then it was mountain road time!




Lastly, because they just are so pretty, one more:

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What a lovely town. Now I want to visit *g*
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