Spanish Military Hospital

After a stroll around town with our antique-garbed, lantern laden guide, we took a turn inside the old Spanish Military Hospital. Through the entrance, the first stop was the mourning room. Then an office. I got nothing in there. But the moment I stepped into the ward, I smelled a fragrance, sweet, neither too sweet nor overpowering. One other lady next to me also smelled it. It was a fresh floral fragrance. Our gravelly-voiced guide had warned us to not stand too close to the second bed. Hmmm....I pressed up close to it, well, not too close, rather about a foot from the end. There I felt a cold spot that grew colder and colder the longer I stood there. I looked around. This building had no vents. There were no open windows or drafts and the night was certainly not this cool. I felt a tingling on my face and a equal pressure surrounding my forearms. I stood there about a minute to absorb the experience before moving on. Later I returned to that spot and could not duplicate the experience.