Real Monasterio de las Huelgas de Burgos The view from this window were spectacular. Carla he could not have played a better room. From his study desk, could see a small forest of fir trees stretching up to the horizon, and right in the middle of a narrow esplanade, a few yards from his window, was the monastery, an old stone building beautifully preserved . Carla
had arrived at the residence was only two days. Was a law student and was doing a summer intensive course in a remote college, away from the bustle of cities.
Studying for a week from that environment would become a delight ... I used
review for a couple of hours after school, and the company of the sun falling behind the mountains. He sat at his desk, opened the window wide and let in the scent of the forest while memorizing boring laws that would soon forget.
It is often done at night, and the crickets were not delayed in starting his song to announce the arrival of the stars. Was Then a soft breeze coming through the window, causing the skin to put chicken Carla. That was the signal that the study should cease to make way for relaxation.
But that day, when the breeze was more ice cream than usual, Carla stared at the monastery before closing the window.
was not too great, but the beauty of its structure eclipsed any possible defect.
Suddenly, a window in a small turret, lit, suggesting a large room with high ceilings. A young man, dressed in long robes, appeared in the lit room, holding a letter in one hand and an unlit candle in the other. Carla knew
that the monastery was inhabited by twelve monks belonging to an order almost extinct, but said he had rarely allowed to see, staying hidden in the walls of the temple.
Unable to contain the curiosity, Carla stayed at his desk, listening to the movements of the young monk, who went around the room as if searching for something.
spent a few minutes, in which the monk appeared and disappeared from the window, showing only the shadow that his body projected on the wall.
Finally, he stopped. I felt he found what he wanted. Became visible again in the window and saw Carla and now held a long wooden bench. With
carefully placed on the floor, put the letter he carried in his right pocket of his habit, and pondered a moment, staring somewhere in the room.
cleric's behavior was quite strange, and Carla thought that maybe I should not meddle in what possibly was a private thing for that person.
beginning to feel like James St Ewart in Rear Window, and decided it would be better to leave and return stealth espionage intimacy the young monk.
However, before he could obey his conscience, as the cleric was up to the bench and raised his hands toward the ceiling take something that she could not see. She thought
a rope hang from the ceiling, and the image of young religious under the weight hanging from a beam, slipped into his mind causing his heart runaway. But that's not what happened ...
the ceiling is a trapdoor opened and she took down an old wooden staircase that reached almost to the ground.
"This is really good," Carla thought "A secret passage ..."
The monk climbed the narrow stairs and disappeared into the darkness of a hidden room in the roof of the turret. Carla
stayed with honey on my lips thinking of what would after that trapdoor and came to his mind the novel by Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose , who had read many years ago. He imagined an ancient library hidden in the walls of the turret, where a large oak table, a conspiracy was brewing ...
She laughed to herself and prepared to close the window, but a new movement in the room lit , stopped her.
The young monk came down the stairs to the hatch. Seemed to have finished what he was doing there.
picked up everything very quickly and left no trace of any hidden door. It was then, before he left, glanced at the open window for a moment, seemed to pose their eyes on Carla.
"Shame ..." she thought, "Surely I have seen."
decided that this spying was over now, and finally closed the window saying farewell to the former monastery until the next day.
He did not see movement in any room in the temple, however, a day before leaving the idyllic landscape, received a strange unexpected visitor.
A classmate told him that someone was asking for her in the lobby, but the funny thing was that they did not ask for Carla Revelles, but the girl in the room opposite the monastery.
Full of intrigue, prepared to appear before the special visit, and to his surprise, he found a monk care habits, very old and very unfriendly. Carla
nerves were on the rise.
- Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I need to talk to you a moment. Not take long.
The clerk looked worried ...
Carla nodded and waited for the man continued talking.
- Living with the proximity of this residence for some time and although we do not like, we're used to young people who come by here. But sometimes it causes problems ...
The monk took a letter from the pocket of her habit and sighed heavily, as if I weighed the envelope in his hands.
- see, we have in our order to a young monk who takes little time. It is something indomitable spirit and is still a bit lost, so their behavior is sometimes not very appropriate. Carla
was increasingly intrigued. He thought someone had been spying on the other day and that had bothered them, but what appeared to be no ... does it?
- The sale of its fourth gives our monastery, and more particularly to the young monk's quarters, which always remains in the dark, like all of us and ... is that I found this letter in The shelter thoughts ...
- Excuse me? - Carla asked, not knowing of what he spoke.
- The thoughts shelter is a room in which we place in an envelope our deepest desires, but need not know more details. I come to tell you is that our young religious takes days watching from their rooms and ... according to this letter you have written seems to have fallen in love with you. Carla
was perplexed. Turns out she was not that of Rear Window, but the secret trapdoor monk Would that room The shelter thoughts?
The old monk asked him please to change rooms, but Carla told him that night and would therefore had completed the intensive course.
left that anecdote seriously affected. A man was in love with her, and not even know him ... he had seen only one night at the distance of a convent window, covered by an elegant clerical habit and carrying a captured letter of desires and uncertainties, a room called Refuge of thoughts ...
had arrived at the residence was only two days. Was a law student and was doing a summer intensive course in a remote college, away from the bustle of cities.
Studying for a week from that environment would become a delight ... I used
review for a couple of hours after school, and the company of the sun falling behind the mountains. He sat at his desk, opened the window wide and let in the scent of the forest while memorizing boring laws that would soon forget.
It is often done at night, and the crickets were not delayed in starting his song to announce the arrival of the stars. Was Then a soft breeze coming through the window, causing the skin to put chicken Carla. That was the signal that the study should cease to make way for relaxation.
But that day, when the breeze was more ice cream than usual, Carla stared at the monastery before closing the window.
was not too great, but the beauty of its structure eclipsed any possible defect.
Suddenly, a window in a small turret, lit, suggesting a large room with high ceilings. A young man, dressed in long robes, appeared in the lit room, holding a letter in one hand and an unlit candle in the other. Carla knew
that the monastery was inhabited by twelve monks belonging to an order almost extinct, but said he had rarely allowed to see, staying hidden in the walls of the temple.
Unable to contain the curiosity, Carla stayed at his desk, listening to the movements of the young monk, who went around the room as if searching for something.
spent a few minutes, in which the monk appeared and disappeared from the window, showing only the shadow that his body projected on the wall.
Finally, he stopped. I felt he found what he wanted. Became visible again in the window and saw Carla and now held a long wooden bench. With
carefully placed on the floor, put the letter he carried in his right pocket of his habit, and pondered a moment, staring somewhere in the room.
cleric's behavior was quite strange, and Carla thought that maybe I should not meddle in what possibly was a private thing for that person.
beginning to feel like James St Ewart in Rear Window, and decided it would be better to leave and return stealth espionage intimacy the young monk.
However, before he could obey his conscience, as the cleric was up to the bench and raised his hands toward the ceiling take something that she could not see. She thought
a rope hang from the ceiling, and the image of young religious under the weight hanging from a beam, slipped into his mind causing his heart runaway. But that's not what happened ...
the ceiling is a trapdoor opened and she took down an old wooden staircase that reached almost to the ground.
"This is really good," Carla thought "A secret passage ..."
The monk climbed the narrow stairs and disappeared into the darkness of a hidden room in the roof of the turret. Carla
stayed with honey on my lips thinking of what would after that trapdoor and came to his mind the novel by Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose , who had read many years ago. He imagined an ancient library hidden in the walls of the turret, where a large oak table, a conspiracy was brewing ...
She laughed to herself and prepared to close the window, but a new movement in the room lit , stopped her.
The young monk came down the stairs to the hatch. Seemed to have finished what he was doing there.
picked up everything very quickly and left no trace of any hidden door. It was then, before he left, glanced at the open window for a moment, seemed to pose their eyes on Carla.
"Shame ..." she thought, "Surely I have seen."
decided that this spying was over now, and finally closed the window saying farewell to the former monastery until the next day.
He did not see movement in any room in the temple, however, a day before leaving the idyllic landscape, received a strange unexpected visitor.
A classmate told him that someone was asking for her in the lobby, but the funny thing was that they did not ask for Carla Revelles, but the girl in the room opposite the monastery.
Full of intrigue, prepared to appear before the special visit, and to his surprise, he found a monk care habits, very old and very unfriendly. Carla
nerves were on the rise.
- Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I need to talk to you a moment. Not take long.
The clerk looked worried ...
Carla nodded and waited for the man continued talking.
- Living with the proximity of this residence for some time and although we do not like, we're used to young people who come by here. But sometimes it causes problems ...
The monk took a letter from the pocket of her habit and sighed heavily, as if I weighed the envelope in his hands.
- see, we have in our order to a young monk who takes little time. It is something indomitable spirit and is still a bit lost, so their behavior is sometimes not very appropriate. Carla
was increasingly intrigued. He thought someone had been spying on the other day and that had bothered them, but what appeared to be no ... does it?
- The sale of its fourth gives our monastery, and more particularly to the young monk's quarters, which always remains in the dark, like all of us and ... is that I found this letter in The shelter thoughts ...
- Excuse me? - Carla asked, not knowing of what he spoke.
- The thoughts shelter is a room in which we place in an envelope our deepest desires, but need not know more details. I come to tell you is that our young religious takes days watching from their rooms and ... according to this letter you have written seems to have fallen in love with you. Carla
was perplexed. Turns out she was not that of Rear Window, but the secret trapdoor monk Would that room The shelter thoughts?
The old monk asked him please to change rooms, but Carla told him that night and would therefore had completed the intensive course.
left that anecdote seriously affected. A man was in love with her, and not even know him ... he had seen only one night at the distance of a convent window, covered by an elegant clerical habit and carrying a captured letter of desires and uncertainties, a room called Refuge of thoughts ...
