Chapter 20Barcelona, Spain - June 5, 1899Gaudí stands before me, barking orders. At first, I think he is barking them at me, and I feel annoyed.
Then, I realize he is ordering a work crew operating a winch, hauling an angel to the heights of a scaffold. It is one of the statues that will decorate my Nativity façade, retelling the story of the birth and life of Jesus Christ.
From my few glimpses of the plans, and what I've overheard from Gaudí and the workers, it will be magnificent. Inspirational. Organic. A monument like none other in the world, in all of history.
To tell the truth, I would expect nothing less.
Through the years, Gaudí and I have gone a long way toward expressing my inner greatness. He has raised me up from a hole in the ground, coaxing my enormity from earthbou
