Entering Santes Creus is to step into a reality that remains hidden, one which we must all uncover: the power of serenity. Every corner, floor, stone, and tree is a relic of this place’s golden past. It once had life! Monastical, yes, but life nonetheless.
These days, Santes Creus is empty and uninhabited, filled with a yearning for days gone by. When we entered, a strong wind blew, bending the cypresses as if in reverence and thanks for our visit.
This is one of the three monasteries featured on the Cistercian Route and is only one that is currently uninhabited. The visit isn’t guided but you can learn about the history with an audiovisual exhibit which plays more or less every 15 minutes. For me, this was a plus because I could visit and enjoy the monastery at my leisure. I had time to jot down notes in my journal, make some sketches, and take some photos. There was always someone around to help me out with my doubts and even give me some interesting information. I’m not sure how long I spent inside, only that the monastery is a beautiful place full of history and art.