I’ve been thinking about death a lot, or more accurately what happens to us, to our stories, after death. Our trip to Park Güell and the Sagrada Família has been no exception.
Not knowing anything about Park Güell I was overjoyed to find myself amongst whimsical buildings. I felt as though I had stepped into a Dr. Suess book. Not only was this park aesthetically stunning, but it had been built to be fully functional as well. Antoni Gaudí had fully intended this park to be finished and lived in and it broke my heart a bit that his design wasn’t being fulfilled to its greatest potential. It is an amazing achievement but it felt like something was missing.
From there we headed to the Sagrada Família. Actually being there and seeing it with my own eyes was better than I ever could have imagined. There are so many details that you just don’t see in pictures. The way he uses light through the stained glassed windows to flood the whole auditorium with colour is indescribable.
There is a line in a musical that I think about when I think of Gaudí. It goes: “Legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.” Gaudí’s legacy is not his untimely death or his unfulfilled Park Güell. It is the Sagrada Família, a grand church that is well before his time. The people who have recognized the genius of his design have carried on the construction of the church for over a hundred years. They tell his story, they carry on his legacy. Through them, through the Sagrada Família, he lives.