Chapter 13Barcelona, Spain - April 1891My father Gaudí and I celebrate. This is a very special day for us.
Gaudí sits in a pew in the heart of me, in my crypt, and toasts the occasion with a glass of water. He shares the toast with me, dribbling a little on my floor.
It is the most wonderful moment of my life so far. I feel so close to him, especially now that the crypt is done and we are about to begin our true work.
My crypt is a temple unto itself. It has seven chapels, each dedicated to a different aspect of the faith—the Saints, the Sacred Heart, the Immaculate Conception. Its spacious vault is set with gleaming marble and glittering gold. The workmanship of every square inch is impeccable.
For some, it would be a finishing point...but for us, it is just the beginning. The
