I, therefore, the chance of visiting the land accompanied by two things especially dear to me. Lands that are home to deep-rooted - not only of olive groves - that you join this sacred space, like it or not, for life.
I, therefore, the chance of playing these olive branches "double" for the weight of the olives. These century-old olive trees double or triple stem planted in perfect formation equidistant grid covering all the fertile land of the lower skirt Aznaitín. Long-lived clumps of olive trees, twisted trunks with age, with brooms and ramones seeking to survive in the natural cycle of nature and are glad to escape the pruning or burning. Olives alive, full of energy, which will provide certainly a good harvest this year. Although that depends on the yield, the amount of olives brought to the cooperative how much is the sky or ground, the rain that falls in these last days before harvest, or whether the crew of pickers shows his honesty and professionalism in the job.
I, therefore, the chance to see the remains of the old farmhouse standing of the Mojonera
I, therefore, the chance to guess the secret systems of water supply land. The Aznaitín happened to be the provider of an underground channel. With a couple of wells, pumps and symphonic steps under the road caz it fed a stream channel that dreamed to be uncontrolled and running through the farm to bring good to the drier areas. I was told that long ago when there was still the drip irrigation system, from caz step was opening the water by a canal with a hoe. Arriving olive in olive tree to a tree pit where around each trunk to water them with water, sweat and love.
And I, therefore, the opportunity and the honor of being in the Coastal Cerrillo. An elevation where the olive yields to pine, the oak and the broom that grow wildly. A sacred space, shelter, reflection, interference, of ancestral ties and also a unique, sensitive and tender beauty. A place where you can see the slopes of Aznaitín, a land virtually untouched to give their grass the flocks of goats and sheep. Land that, on some future occasion, I will try them walk about without haste to capture the soul of that land, that feeling that, even, do not know any words.
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And there, in the Cerrillo sack under the force emanating from the sacred place, next to the rock jutting out inviting the seat, or altar so I had the opportunity to express and formalize, with clear eyes, my inner thoughts and feelings.
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long time because I knew La Fraga. But in the splendid, sunny day in late autumn, never in life forget, I had the honor of being there physically, in body, soul and spirit.