After breakfast, a bunch of the singers (the instrumentalists were rehearsing) took Ina up the funicular to the top of the mountain. Jan and Fraiche maneuvered the wheelchair while the rest of us stood below to act as the emergency brake.
The view of the flatlands was not impressive, possibly because of the haze. The view down to the monestir was heart-stopping however. And the rocks were simply awesome.
We wrestled Ina back down to monastery level, then I bought a 'vegetable' sandwich (mostly eggs and tunafish) and hiked to Santa Cova. Numerous shrines, depicting the life of Mary form the Annunciation to the Assumption, with a tiny recently restored church at the end, built over the holy cave (The Madonna used to be here, before they moved her to the basilica.)
Dressed, warmed up, rehearsed a shortened concert, and pored over an excellent facsimile of the Llibre Vermell. After much searching, we found the harmony parts to Stella Splendens and Imperaritz.
We sang and played to tourists and to the stream of pilgrims mounting the stairs to the Madonna. Unscheduled applause for Los Set Gotx. Because it was in Catalan?
Tapas. Vespers, Salve Regina, motet.
Most of my women's small group assembled to try O Virgo Splendens as a canon (rather than as a chant, the way that we're performing it). It was emotionless, but beautiful.
Dinner, followed by more round serenades.
