We took the Funicular de Sant Joan up to the very top of the mountain, of course. The views were astounding. The clouds had completely disappeared and we had an uninterrupted view of the surrounding area.
We hiked up to the ruins of a hermitage even further up the top of the hill – there’s even an old cistern up there, still with sweet smelling water (didn’t taste it but…it did still smell ok). This was a place where you could have stayed for a week, or two, and never hiked the same trail twice. We had been warned by the driver about the extent of the trails and cautioned not to stray too far…the bus would leave with, or without us. We looked at a sign at the top of the hill that pointed back to the monastery…by going to opposite direction. Well…we figured it was just a “go over the crest of the small hill and turn back”…it wasn’t…we hiked, downhill. I worried. We hiked. I worried some more.
We hiked. After about 15 min. of straight down hill, we FINALLY reached a sign that allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief. Not only did the sign say the monastery was only 30 minutes away, it pointed the right direction and the road turned. Whew! The views approaching the mountain was again spectacular. We’d love to come stay here for a while and check it out!