Occasionally, we might have a chance to watch the religious place of other religions, to worship a Hindu idol or to enter to only a Christian church until we feel dizzy like my trip to Spain the land abundant in a Christian church and temple.

In the first morning, I started the day in Paris at Charles De Gold Airport to change the flight to Spain. Our destination was Barcelona, the capital of Catalunya Region. The core of this town, the town where is surrounded with the wall aging approximately 145 years, is Barri Gotic. When arriving at that area, I had lunch at a restaurant. After that, went to Templo De La Sagrada Familia, the church which was founded since 1882. At present, the temple remains unfinished but the prominent point, the sharp peak over 100 meter high of the temple's roof, is completed. On the ground floor of the temple is the historical display of constructing this temple. According to the fact, the architect who created this temple Antoni Gaudi intended to build it up as the world's highest temple, but he passed away before everything is clear. The next generations fried to continue this but it is still incomplete. Presently, the construction is ceased because nobody knows it must spend how much more money. Then, all of us went by car to survey the town until we reached Poble Espanyol the Spanish village situated· on the area of Monjus, on the west side of the town

The appearance of this village is like the ancient town of Spain. Some house were designed so peculiarly that I felt perplexed. From the Spanish village to Guell Park, the public park located on a mountain, here I must go up the hill and come down slowly to the exit below. And I enjoyed running until I was exhausted. Inside this park are the buildings in an unusual shape with Gaudi's hand as well. I feel that he is the architect full of a profound idea for that era. After that, got into a resting place, had dinner and went to bed at last. Today I almost slept in a traveling suit because my baggage still hanged around France, refusing to come with me in the morning. But when I returned to a hotel, it already waited for me there. Instantly, felt relieved.

On the second day, there was no program to visit a Christian church but to visit Picasso Museum, the original royal palace since 14th Century modified as the source which collects numbers of arts of many world-famous artists. But Picasso's work is displayed most. The works Picasso dedicated to his beloved friend are also in this museum. Moreover, there are the pictures having the size equivalent to a big room, such as the picture of a beautiful view, a predecessor and assorted aspects. Looking at them thoroughly tired both my eyes and legs. After that, I had a meal and took a half day in traveling to Valencia Town, the capital of Balencia Region. I sat viewing scenery all the way. Both road-sides which are rather arid didn't look like other places in Europe full of a green prairie. But here was so barren that it should be a desert. We were in a car for a long time. Some slept and some sat listening the course and development, the belief about Valencia Town and many myths. Finally, we reached our aim and had dinner.

On the third day, still there was a church for us to visit. I meant we were heading for Cathedral Church. This church is important because it is the place for keeping the holy cup used in the last supper of Jesus Christ before he was arrested by his mutineer. At the church, there was selling the imitation cup to a visitor. Almost every Christians visiting the church bought it. Even I got one to just place showing it in my house not to worship because I am not a Christian. Then, had lunch and traveled to Alicante Town, a famous seaside of Spain. After checking in at a hotel, I took a walk at the beach beside a hotel. The beach was full of many people, both in a pair and a group. Some group enjoyed playing a flying saucer. Although the beach was hardly beautiful, there were so many people lying to sun-bathe that almost no space remained. The beach was rather dirty and sand was an ash color. It could not be compared with our

Bangsan. But anyway there were really so many people coming here. I started to be bored of man. So turned to watch TV until a meal time. Meanwhile, TV broadcast a bison fighting from some town I didn't know. He spoke Spanish that I couldn't understand. The fighting made me sympathize with the bison brought as a play-thing for a human being. He stabbed a bison with a sharp-pointed iron bar to provoke it running to butt a matador, while a matador deceived it running around. When it looked so tired, he stabbed the bison's neck with a sharp long iron bar again. The remark "A bison is so cruel" was deleted completely with the picture in front of me now. That was not enough. The bison would be brought to keep in store for a delicious meal later on. I when thinking about this feel the human race is really ruthless. Next, I had a meal. The meal here was so delectable for me. He fried some kind of fish, I didn’t know , and arranged it on a big dish. Its outside was crisp while the inside was soft. So I managed it nothing left.