horses in town

Yesterday evening, late because it had been a very hot day, we went for a walk in town. el Rastro was full with people. There is a stock fair and people were looking for clothes, shoes, toys and accessories for better prices. There was a redish light in the horizon.

all of a sudden, when we got to San Vicente we saw a group of people of horse. We came near. It was a new summer night activity. It was a reading about Santa Teresa. They would visit places connected with the saint, following a riding path.

There were two or three wagons with children and horses.

Some of the horses were really beautiful and strong, even nervous because of the flashes. They listened to the reading at that point. It dealt with the saint's birth and family details.

Then they entered the town through San Vicente Gate towards the Cathedral.
We took the other way looking for a terrrace to have dinner. it was not an easy affair, everybody was out.

Letters and shops

I like letters wherever I go. Letters to announce, letters to tell and so on. Some of the photos of the historical path don't allow the story to be read because of the tree shadows, but I find them funny.
Hope you enjoy it.

Ribadesella

Ribadesella is a small town near Arenal de Moris Beach. It has an ancient part with typical constructions in the North, a good Marina where the river Sella joins the sea and good weather.

Arenal de Moris

When and where holidays mean healing

Luggage

Sorting and packing, deciding what to throw and what to keep (half way through that in our old home, and one more apartment waiting) is a good time for reflecting, prioritizing, going through the family history. Understanding better our own life, our mistakes, our victories, our treasures.

So many papers, photos, objects that people gather in a lifetime. All requiring attention and decisions, and each one holding a moment within. What is important, significant, valuable? What to let go? It's a bit sad that all there stay behind us, that objects are so much more durable than people.
Still, keeping everything is not possible and in a way not even good. Sometimes, I feel the urge to make room, to let go, to start fresh. With less luggage, less pain, almost no past.

Anyway, this piece of luggage is to be kept. Because it has a heart and it cares, and I think any caring heart is to be kept, even if it belongs to a silly creature such as this one. :)

Hidden

I wonder if you know who really is behind this blog...

An old heart in a new body

She seems to be adapting easier than I thought.

My father-in-law's WW2 binoculars and calculating machine.

My grandpa's nicest icon.

Old watercolours reproductions that belonged to my mother-in-law.

My grandma's samovar and my great-grandfather book, printed in 1900.

My great-grandmother painting.
We're not living in a museum, everything else is new. But these are part of us and we could/would not be here without them.