Today after class, the University arranged a little ”excursion”: a guided tour to the Cathedral. With a guide in Spanish. Ha ha! I feel confident that I wasn’t the only one that didn’t catch everything being said but it was nice anyway. A good initiative.
The cathedral in Málaga is impressive. At least in my opinion, me being used to the Norwegian church and all. This cathedral was built between 1528 and 1782 and feature tall pillars, gold and glass paintings. It’s huge, exquisite and impressive. Both on the outside and the inside. The decoration is opulent, truly beautiful. Unfortunately my photos from the inside turned out badly so I've only got outside-photos to share.
I become a little humble being in such a place. The silence. The solemnity. Where a few spaniards are sitting on the pews with their hands folded and looking down to the floor. Where others light a candle for someone who’s not longer with them. Where all Catholics entering first goes to a little font, puts their fingers into the water and then making the sign of the cross before they proceed into the temple.
I observe in silence and take in all the details.