The reason....

I shall refer to him as VM, the reason for my trip to Alcala. He was playing in a music festival in an ancient church upon the steep hill, where the players filled the room with the sweet and penetrating sound that comes from the violin. Played just for me, it seemed, piercing through each layer of skin and muscle until landing softly on my heart. The atmospheric insense provided by the venue, the location and the music allowed an intoxicating sensation to flow through me.

To have got to nearly 40 and to have never heard, really heard, this genre of music before, seems an utter tragedy. To have been given so much in such a short space of time, to have ventured into new buildings, near and far, to have felt so many new and breathtaking emotional responses, all seems like a scene from a Salividor Dali painting. Once again, I am alerted to the endless possibilites, adventures and experiences that life offers up to us every day, when we see, really see, and listen, really listen.