Thursday, December 30, 2010

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

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ANDALUCES

I'm sick. So sick that I do not know if to say, write, scream, or put to hache interleaved.
Tired of the Andalusians we label as vague, without discretion, apesebrados, subsidized or uneducated. Tired
that we only associate with flamenco, the partying, the bulls and wine.
Tired of Loper and mash-beti of cuentachistes of famosillos third division of Malaysian and Falete.
Tired of TV series in servant roles or silly illiterate Andalusian accent (and no news presenter with our accent?).
programs Tired of the pathetic zapping program CanalSur John and Middle mocking our seniors looking for couples, giving the image of grotesque characters.
Tired of our company image subsidized, catheter and without discretion. Tired of that disparages our accent. Tired
Andalusian see only succeed in the program, Patricia, Big Brother and the like. Tired of
Jesulín of Po `zi, Pantoja and juries. Tired of Giggles and PEIT, the Pilgrimage of the Dew and Feria de Abril.
Tired of the Duchess of Alba (which became the favorite daughter of this land, touch your pirindolos) of his daughter, his children, his son and flamenco dresses.
Tired of bullfighters that are bundled with hookers, the jug and the tambourine.
Fed up, tired, bored, bored I am.
media ever hope to remember the millions of Andalusians who rise every morning to lift it, or our parents and grandparents who emigrated to Switzerland for decades, Catalonia and the Basque Country to work where no one wanted. Hopefully
who speaks to our ignorance of Seneca agreed, Maimonides, Averroes, Gongora, Becquer, Alexandre, Lorca, Juan Ramón Jiménez, Machado, Falla, Zambrano, Picasso, Velázquez, Murillo, Alberti, Carlos Cano, Gala, Luis Marcos Rojas, García Montero, Sabina ...
Hopefully they remember we are talking about an Andalusian accent lawyers, sailors, doctors, builders, architects, waiters, taxi drivers, prostitutes, judges, nurses, businessmen, police, workers, farmers, agreed to millions of people who split the horns every day from Palos to Cape Gata, millions continue to Andalusia Andalusian beyond
Despeñaperros ... Hopefully this post to read it many, many people. I wish to turn around the world, but I fear that it would be lost in the vast ocean of internet.
could also be that this post would expand the network, which will link the Andalusians through facebook, or twitter tuenti, to be disseminated by email and got all over the world, and I leave it in your hands.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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I'm sick. So sick that I do not know if to say, write, scream, or put to hache interleaved.
Tired of the Andalusians we label as vague, without discretion, apesebrados, subsidized or uneducated. Tired
that we only associate with flamenco, the partying, the bulls and wine. Tired of Lopera
musho-beti of cuentachistes of famosillos third division of Malaysian and Falete.
Tired of TV series in the papers or silly illiterate maid Andalusian accent (and no news presenter with our accent?).
programs Tired of the pathetic zapping Juan y Medio program mocking our seniors looking for couples, giving the image of grotesque characters.
Tired of our company image subsidized, catheter and without discretion. Tired of that disparages our accent. Tired of Andalusian
only succeed Patricia on the agenda of Big Brother and the like. Tired of Jesulín
of Pozi, Pantoja and juries. Tired of giggles and PEIT, the Pilgrimage of the Dew and Feria de Abril.
Tired of the Duchess of Alba (which became the favorite daughter of this land, touch your pirindolos) of his daughter, his children, his son and flamenco dresses.
Tired of bullfighters that are bundled with hookers, the jug and the tambourine.
Tired, tired, bored, bored I am.
media ever hope to remember the millions of Andalusian get up every morning to lift it, or our parents and grandparents who emigrated to Switzerland for decades, Catalonia and the Basque Country to work where no one wanted. Hopefully
who speaks to our ignorance of Seneca agreed, Maimonides, Averroes, Gongora, Becquer, Alexandre, Lorca, Juan Ramón Jiménez, Machado, Falla, Zambrano, Picasso, Velázquez, Murillo, Alberti, Carlos Cano, Gala, Luis Rojas Marcos García Montero, Sabina ...
wish to remember we are talking about an Andalusian accent lawyers, sailors, doctors, builders, architects, waiters, taxi drivers, prostitutes, judges, nurses, businessmen, policemen, workers, farmers, millions of people agree who split the horns every day from Palos to Cape Gata, millions continue to Andalusian Andalusia beyond
Despeñaperros ... Hopefully this post to read it many, many people. I wish to turn around the world, but I fear that it would be lost in the vast ocean of internet.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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The memory of our palate

When Fall is presented in this part of Andalusia, the atmosphere is filled with sweet aromas of Christmas. Alcaudete to Antequera, Arjona to Rute and Montoro to Estepa, many men and women toil in the factories of candy to make them available on the market these delicious cakes that are essential on Christmas tables.
Large supermarkets and specialized stores offer a variety of Christmas sweets, from all these places, love nougat and other varieties that are produced in different English regions. However, every weekend there is a transfer of vehicles, as a pilgrimage for all these locations to search for shortcakes, sandwich cookies, donuts, polvorones and other delicacies, besides the own enjoyment that is the visit to these populations.
These trips have a fun component, hiking and walking through the streets of these people we sometimes family ties bind us, but basically what is going is to buy fat cakes. Search for those hard to find products on the market to supply us regularly and these cupcakes have been in the memory of our palate throughout our lives.
What the traveler looking for product freshness and wrong for employers who take advantage of these visits to gluttonous shoppers to endorse the campaign expired mantecados earlier, as the stale will smack that sooner or later, never again to visit that company. Another thing that does not please the visitor to the Christmas candy factories, is being charged at the factory, the same price or more expensive than buying these products in a supermarket, so at this point, the entrepreneur who acts That way, you'll see how it will gradually reduce the number of buyers. What if this greedy tourist is grateful to be allowed to visit inside the factory and be taught the manufacturing process, which is a small museum display of these products or any culinary curiosity such as monuments or chocolate or cribs representation in sweet and familiar characters, which now will have time to visit your store to buy.
Among the varied clientele who are looking for new developments or innovations that are specialties that are not traditional, but they can be interesting for the components used, but most abundant are those who rummage in their memory and try to find the quality and flavors of old ... or is the memory of your palate .
Thus we find companies that care more about marketing than respect for tradition or the quality of raw materials. These raw materials, almonds, flour, butter, virgin olive oil, eggs, sugar ... worth and worth the final price will be affected by it, but if the eggs are the artificial product that is sold in plastic bottles industrially, the almond is lightened with other less expensive nuts, sugar is replaced by sweeteners and improper use of chemicals such as preservatives, thickeners and colorants, the result will be cheaper, but not the customer would like, which will reject the product, how much money you save.

The paradox is that every year, we see how it goes down the quality of a particular type of shortbread, or gingerbread polvorón, loses the taste we have in the memory of our paladar o nos sorprenden con novedades o experimentos no deseados, y de cuando en cuando nos encontramos con nuevas cajas de presentación esmerada y de estética antigua en donde se nos ofrece a un precio superior al habitual, productos como los de antaño, como los que esta empresa hacía hace veinte o treinta años. Esto no es de recibo y viene a demostrar que se vuelve a fabricar lo que nunca se debía haber abandonado en aras de una mayor ganancia económica.
Hoy en día todos emplean y abusan del chocolate sin que realmente dominen, la mayoría, la fabricación de este producto, empeorando, a mi parecer, el dulce tradicional que tan bien hacían. Se usan y abusan los productos químicos saborizantes que vaguely reminiscent of a sweet taste and are nominated for this or that raw material when they have no trace of it.
Luckily, in our villages, there are still companies that respect the tradition and quality that, more or less, our reach continues to make Christmas cakes that we all want to buy.

Without recommending any of them, that's something to keep trying and choose yourself, presented below in alphabetical order, some companies dedicated mainly to the sweet Christmas.
In Alcaudete, Doña Jimena and Forest Products. In Antequera, Antequera, La Flor de Antequera and Mantecados La Perla. In Arjona, Products Fields. In Estepa The mattress, the pantry Palace, La Estepa, The Messiah, The Wall, The Patriarch, San Enrique, and The Vicar of many. Montoro, Marzipan The Logroñesa and in Rute, La Flor de Rute and Galleros Craftsmen. Bon Appetit
greedy.
Once upon a time there was

Friday, October 29, 2010

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"our problem great Guru is that we teach our
Disciples not to be impressed by appearances "



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Confronting will humanity is faced with a responsibility to the Inner Being, the guide, the guardian who takes refuge in the tranquil heart waiting for the rush of the brain does not end its existence and with it the calm that found by leaving the material world.



but ...... What's that you left in a dimension that seems way?. Intended only to advance and retreat for those who forgot that the heart does not count the beats, not knowing that leaves everything, but not complete its second cycle around the sun. I


I can speak for the DOS.


The first listed by evil, by those who yearn for their parasitic existence devour his fellow orphans what they have tried to define as God, omnubilados for an idea of \u200b\u200bperfection that lies on the outside, when inside single living powerful demons and gods triangular shapes whose vertices one finds that wonderful state of being, not quantitative. Perverse not agree on the purpose of humanity guided by a strange messianic order to convince anyone ends but in the end all competing. However, the "evil" even if you are wanting to escape becoming perhaps generating resistance in the same venom.


The second catalog of candid, useful for the parasite probably dreaming of height because unconsciously knows that his fall must be extremely painful otherwise could not compensate the pain caused to so many others who took advantage. But naïve is the parasite who should be caring, yet live in symbiosis is the naive who feeds the parasite but crowned by the ego believes that its existence will be eternal, this would result in the only winner. The innocent just wait the time it still has the heart of a child, and the same act but his young heart cells have been trapped in one way road.


However, the naive and the evil know how to win, so humanoid, I can only give advice from here and is again to be patient.


is life for those who do not want to parasitize, so is our life and never stop us, we could break their jaws trying to get back, it is better to accept our fate and continue, always brave, always and forever ... ..


Fear lies only in who can not navigate









always come back





Thursday, October 7, 2010

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Do you like ... drive?

, a man who had a BMW.
I tell you, go news!
Yes, if we consider that the Lord is called Eutychus, strange name for sure, it's Madrid, and also complies strictly the rules of speed limits on roads in Europe there.
I will say that the latter is not well enough rare.

Eutiquio is able to go, driving his BMW during a good stretch of road, behind a Mercedes Sunday without succumbing to the temptation to overtake. If at the end she decides to wait to have visibility to spare and when there is the slightest danger, it's time you choose to do, always leaving enough space to not overwhelm the car ahead.
fact, I'm pretty sure it is one of the few BMW owners that when watching the TV advertisement for the brand and heard the little phrase ... Would you like to drive?, just listen to that and not interpreted as ... Do you like overpower ?
Yeah, yeah, Eutyches, although circulating with BMW, is a standards compliant undaunted driving and has never bitten anyone, or your car has one hundred and thirty. When you go in convoy is often overtaken by other cars, leaving room for safety as the car carrying forward, those who come behind him to overtake take advantage of this fact, always in a dangerous and overwhelming, so it lasts much queue of cars, Eutiquio just the end of it, for that hobby you have to not go kissing her ass the car that carried forward.

When Eutiquio hits the road, its primary objective is not to advance all Quisque , but that fits what the traffic offers and respected at all costs to other vehicles and the rules. He has never stepped on a continuous line, not break it not, but because it is forbidden. Eutiquio
not blow your horn when you hit a slow car, it loops back and waits for the right moment to overtake. And if you blow your horn, let alone makes the beam bursts into the car that carried forward. Eutiquio knows that his right to move is the same as other cars and BMW have a patent does not have any privilege over other vehicles. I do not deny that
Eutiquio rare, rare as its name, rare for being, well, a driver from Madrid, and rare for acting as acts being owner of a BMW, which is a sign of belonging to a special breed of drivers, much like the owners of a certain range of Seat Leon, or the owners of some small Audi or Volkswagen Golf.

Eutiquio is very rare indeed and spends little gasoline, the car accelerates never in vain, respecting speed limits and delighted when at the entrance of Madrid, is stopped at a traffic light at his side, another BMW that forward all in Despeñaperros milk, no visibility and continuous, for, after boldly go all the way, be achieved at the entrance to Madrid. But not happy by the mere fact of having achieved but to see that it had not been stuck on the road. Eutiquio
knows that what matters is to reach and if there comes a quarter of an hour ago ..., why? "To sit in a chair and smoke a cigarette? or is running as a "going to put out a fire? Eutiquio
I like him, even if such a rare type and drive a BMW. If you ever realize that a BMW is behind him on the highway and did not forward while going a hundred and twenty ... it sure is my friend Eutychus.
And I wonder, will there be more of BMW drivers as Eutiquio?, I am sure that if what happens is that I do not know or I have ever come across them on the road.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

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several weeks I've been toying with the idea of \u200b\u200bclosing down this blog and create a new one.

A lot has happened in my life that seem to indicate that closes a cycle. The most recent, a few days ago my dog \u200b\u200bdied Puka. A tiny little body just ten kilos which I took for almost twelve years. Yes, that is, she adopted me.
If you speak of feeling that I had produced its loss would not be honest because I can not explain myself. I only know that looking at all hours for any part of the house, she too used to follow me everywhere ...

Do changes alone or do we? Perhaps the question should be is there a chance? Do we have written a fate?

During these years I thought I had found my place, new friends, new goals ... Now I'm back something lost, that's all. Sometimes I doubt whether this is "me" or was the last.

As I think and think about these and similar stories, my blog has been arrested. The time, in a sense, is something stopped. So far everything

advice seems to keep me where I stand, stomp the ground and follow all signs to see which direction signal.

And when I watch and pause This Blog has been stopped pending any decision "definitive" whether to shut down and starting a new one, like kids do when they return to school every new course, or continue typing further open new pages the pages that are written in the history of life.

Monday, September 20, 2010

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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Easter in Roquetas de Mar.

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was ten in the morning of Palm Sunday when we left Alcaudete direction to Almeria.
A new tunnel on the A-92 and now they ...,) (..., us back the old route of Guadix, from Alcala la Real and Iznalloz. The idea is to stop at the stalls of pottery, which is walking distance from highway and Purullena height.

True fun stop at these sites, especially when there is a bareto which take a resopón, but in no way going to find these positions some bargain souvenirs and ceramics. The paradox is that we bought a clay pot for use on the hob, a few weeks later, we find, much cheaper, in the Horseshoe Hardware Alcaudete.


Once on the highway that took us to Almeria, we saw the amount of snow that shone on the tops of the mountains, heralding the cold days that remained. For some time we wanted to make this journey, through the capital, in order to eat tapas in one of the many sites in Almeria is, not too complicated to us, we went to the park recently built and has outputs Purchena the door. There is very close to the Plaza de las Flores, copada Torreluz by hotels, and in the tavern of one of them we got scarlet and gold.
return during the week to walk the streets of this beautiful city, we will come to the promenade, that was it, a promenade and now is a great ride that ends in the sea. The institute where I did the bachelor, the Plaza de San Sebastian, Murcia Street and Granada Street, the Street of Shops, which has seen better times, the cathedral, the Alcazaba and the Royal Street that ends at the park and port , not forgetting a visit to the Virgen del Mar and its surrounding streets, with that peculiar architecture that is slowly disappearing to my chagrin.

Our destination was the Hotel Hesperia Sabinal Roquetas, hotel has had better days, but still gives his own, careful cap management to keep it all year, with all that entails, so we will not complain. We plan to visit all the area within seven days we'll be staying at this place and that starts at the very moment of our arrival, so that first evening was devoted to explore the waterfront and the area of \u200b\u200bhousing estates, as they call it.

I have lived in Almería between 1955 and 1965, there did throughout high school, and I never stopped going there because my wife is Almeria, so I know the area. I remember hitchhiking trip I made, with fifteen years, from Granada to Almeria on the coast and I can assure you from Balanegra to Almeria, through the Cañarete, was almost lunar landscape, even better, as in some western movies , where, in a desert flat with mountains in the background, is circulated through a long, narrow and bumpy road, crossed at times by those big balls of dried weeds and roots that the wind carries. under a sky scorching and where no other living creature that presaged the odd lizard. In the distance a small village where they gathered, a gas station, the small barracks of the Guardia Civil, a rickety roadside hotel and a few Cortijillos. It was not yet time greenhouses and farmers called "the zecanos" to arable land. I'm talking about the Ejido de Dalias in the sixties, nothing to do with the current Ejido, that despite the economic crisis, is an emporium of wealth and where there are more banks and savings banks per square kilometer of Andalusia. I reflect on this fact and ceases to amaze me that fifty years ago was the most poor and depressed area of \u200b\u200bAndalusia and is now the ultimate in greenhouse agriculture and tourist areas, leaving far behind other parts of Andalusia by sixties were considered wealthy, as the province of Jaén without going any further.

El Ejido was that an ejido de Dalias and Dali is now almost the same as it was fifty years ago, so, paradoxes of life, one could say that Dali is a schedule or neighborhood of Ejido.

The Town Hall Square, the Municipal Market, its bustling streets are long and impressive, full of shops and services left up to the idea that fifty years ago was quite a dry and lonely wasteland.

The coast is Ejido Almerimar and I remember that back then there was almost nothing, especially when compared to the magnificent beach resort in which it has become. It has one of the most beautiful marinas I have seen and is a joy to stroll along the docks next the mooring of yachts.

Today it is impossible to drive through that long and lonely road in the sixties, the whole area is a vast city, where no buildings are plastic, ie greenhouses, in which products are grown orchard takes European and English markets. I remember in the carreterilla of those times were, before boarding the Cañarete, a sign indicating that right was to Roquetas de Mar, without seeing or far off the population. Today there is a round plaza surrounded by large buildings, which indicates that it is an impressive avenue towards the center of the city and the coast.

Roquetas is impressive, from its well-kept avenues to major hotels, shopping centers, the Auditorium, the arena, the congress and its port are worth visiting, and we do several times during the week that we are in the area. In its market find "présules" as they call for peas and freshly caught without shelling. Delicacy to eat raw, garlic, tortilla or in any way. Nothing to do with green pellets those who sell frozen in supermarkets. Almería
water in the sixties was clean but salty and devilishly bad, so that while we drank, it did not help my mother to make the pulses, and that is why buying water in wooden carts carrying the capital from the villages of Enix, Felix and a spring called "Fuente de los Alamos" located in the municipality of Gador, Araoz water. This memory encouraged me to visit these locations and test your water so a morning stroll through these small towns that still retain the charm of another era.

leave by the end Aguadulce, a secluded harbor and a coastal town with a pleasant promenade from which there is Roquetas de Mar, Aguadulce camp when I was a tender child of eleven years old. Needless to say no There was nothing all there today. Back
Alcaudete market went through the Angels of Almeria and we got a Ranchillo fresh fish glad our kitchen and our palate the next two days.

Monday, August 16, 2010

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

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"But let the fiery human tears fall one by one in your heart, and that it remain not brush it off, until the pain has faded to the cause. "




is time to move forward, not to oppose the flow protester who looks reborn, after finding this empty space so vast that intended to happiness, cooperation and trust. I crossed a mountain range hidden in shadows, shutting my eyes, clouding my mind leaving it naively create chaos in an acid lake feelings but passengers who failed to make bigger karmic shaped network which remained tied. And if my heart was suspended in the inhanición, I confess it was for the good fortune or perhaps a reward than a decade Amor came back settling down, waiting for the day of stray bullets, the day Maya attacked us, leaving us homeless and without a mission in the world, that day consumed their fruits that kept me alive, electrified, linear pulling me from the abyss normal.

When you reach the bottom, there are two options: adapting to a foreign environment, or the tedious way up, but there are mountains to climb, there are others that must be defeated.


If I've got here is not mere chance, if I have the brain of a child who knows that to speak is no need for automatic sounds of affirmation or denial, but simply being, not within that existentialist, but rather within that of the eternal soul over the years to come rising up to the yoke sensory. I still do not want to grow, if that's what they call growing ...... For what?.

This backflow reaches inevitable, can I adapt to this way and if I should accept the public maximum that one is free to dream, but not to live in the dream. Growing well ...? for what? rather lead to end this awkward body to see what lies beyond and in any case again, they are only assumptions, I have no other to overcome the lion and bring him to live with my eternal soul of a dog, walk the trail where we have become. The

Leadership is very fragile, the power of darkness and destroyer of the real is not irelevante as I thought, and if me is to succumb again or take them where no one has come before, has always been my nature to venture by the two roads, the survivor feel, knowing the dark reality that proclaim and aspire to those most alienated are not living a dream, this great dream of God within, of possessions in the center and decide what is right or wrong.

I am a simple man seasoned in rich mentally retarded and placed in the spotlight as the son of a KING, I'll try that after so much love, tears without rinsing and walk a bit quiet have mercy on me and realize that I am but one more than vibrates everywhere desperately trying to change that ........

If an unquestionable certainty is that the river can not deny the inevitable encounter with the sea.





! Broder Always with me!

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Your tranki ke ...

Friday, August 6, 2010

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May 2, it's Sunday and almost dark.

On the terrace of a waterfront bar Adra, two couples chatting animatedly with a few beers and tapas of grilled dried octopus.

Son, Joseph and Yoli with Indalecio and Marimar. Yoli Indalecio brother of natural and Adra. Marimar is the Ejido in the west of Almeria and is married to Indalecio. Alcaudete Jose is in the province of Jaén, and shares his life with Yoli waiting for their first child in September.
Indalecio and Joseph met by the military in Viator, became good friends and on several occasions spent together some military permits Adra. There he met Joseph at the Yoli, got engaged and eventually married to live in a discreet and modern apartment near the port of Adra.
Jose makes a living with a greenhouse that is close to the highway that leads to Almeria and Indalecio is professor of literature at the secondary school Abdera. Marimar
bends down and picks up a small soil Cruz de Caravaca that had caught his attention because of its silver reflection.
- What's that girl?
- I think it is a Cross of Caravaca. Joseph
A striking and it asks Marimar. Thoroughly clean considering the brightness and says
- For my country use this cross to avoid the evil eye on the kids ... psst ... superstitions.
- Wow, and here again what do you think? -
Indalecio replied.
- is a very rare cross is not it? - question Joseph.
- not so rare - Indalecio answers - is a cross of the patriarchal callers who have one foot and two parallel beams and uneven in Caravaca is preserved in a reliquary shaped like a horizontal double-arm cross, almost eight inches high with the appearance of a large chest. If you want to tell his legend.
Joseph nodded forward, so Indalecio took the floor again.
- La Vera Cruz, so it is called, appeared in the castle of Caravaca on May 3, 1232 ... I mean ... tomorrow is his birthday ... and there is revered for eight centuries. at that time Ferdinand III reigned in Castile and Jaime I of Aragón. In Murcia the contrary was by then a Taifa kingdom, so in that time Caravaca was dominated by the Moors.
is said that between the years 1230 and 1231, was the Almohad king of Valencia and Murcia, Caravaca their possessions. Being interested in the trades exercised a group of Christians who had arrested recently to devote to the necessities and more suited to their skills. He ordered them to be interrogated in his presence on the abilities of each.
say that he was among the captives, a priest named Gines, who had come from Cuenca to the land ruled by the Moors for the purpose of exercising the apostolate. when questioned replied that his job was to say Mass, and the Moorish king wanted to know where such work was. Were sent to bring the necessary ornaments and May 3, 1232, in one of the rooms of the castle, the priest began the service. But very early on, had to stop because the altar was missing something essential: a crucifix. At that moment, a window of the enclosure, two angels descended from heaven and placed the double cross arm carrying on the altar. The priest was able to continue with the liturgy and the Eucharist celebrated. Faced with such wonderful events, the Almohad king converted to Christianity along with his entourage.

say that after a few years it became known that the cross that left the Angels in Caravaca was Vera Cruz had been in the breastplate of the first patriarch of Jerusalem, Bishop Robert, made with pieces of wood the cross where Jesus Christ was sacrificed.
During the rest of the evening, the entire conversation revolved around the same subject, until near dawn decided to retire to rest.

May 3, Monday at eight o'clock. Yoli

fired in the front door to Joseph, who is going to go through River Bridge to pick up some fertilizer in the Hortocampo before going to the greenhouse. Joseph has spent a night of nightmares, you know who drank more beers account and Caravaca Crosses were mixed with Templar warriors and warlords fighting the Moors in their dramatic sleep furiously. These issues always liked and I love listening to his brother when he tells stories and legends that is well placed. Start with difficulty
old Land Rover and headed towards the old road to Almeria. A Joseph loves going through this stretch of road full of old trees, their trunks limed for drivers to see well, are awesome, they give good shade and a pleasant sensation of freshness.


Suddenly Joseph feel kind of dizzy, sees some flashes of light and huge trees seem reflected in a pond of water that makes waves. Gently slows but does not stop at all for his vision returns to normal. Rubs eyes and restores calm ... until after a few miles down to the roadside. Some time ago left behind the large trees, does not recognize their surroundings and what he mosque is a sign indicating a detour to Lorca and Aguilas ... all states that followed the road that driving is going to Caravaca and Murcia.

was off to the Repsol petrol station next to it and check in disbelief Campsa guide that goes in the glove box ... in fact is at the junction of the C-330 with the C-3211, which will Lorca.
- This is crazy - muses - How could I get here? Sale
car and ask the gas station. No doubt. Traveling on the N-340 near Adra and without knowing how it appeared in another road full of the same type of trees, their trunks limed in some ten kilometers from Caravaca. Watch the clock ... and are the eight twenty.

May 4 Tuesday, nine o'clock.

whole day before it happened in Caravaca, visited the castle and the basilica Cross, has roamed the city at parties, have told the story of the horses came and was able to see them. was ecstatic watching the parade of Moors and Christians, and after sleeping badly, Land Rover, Joseph, left for Lorca to take the highway to take you home. A while ago I went through the section of the big trees ... but nothing happened. In Barranda turned and now resigned, he goes back to Adra.
- Where have you been - the Yoli roared across the phone - I have to explain many things you know?
- Yeah ... yeah ... not going to believe you ... but hey, if you believe what your brother said about angels brought the Cross of Caravaca coming through the window of the castle, do not know why you're not going to believe me ...