Three perfect days in the enchanted forest
I'm back from three perfect days in the enchanted forests of the Sierra of Francia.
A weekend in La Alberca in honor of Kathleen's performance in the Teatro Municipal on Saturday night turned into one of the most magical trips I've taken during my three years in Spain. We joined in a traditional alborada Friday evening (parading through town behind the drum, pipe and castanets to serenade first the groom and later the bride of Saturday's wedding), caught a wedding with all the traditional trimmings, hiked to a paradisical mountain spring in Las Batuecas for an icy-cold swim, and hung out with a herd of Iberian mountain goats halfway up the Peña de Francia. And then there was Kathleen's heavenly voice, written up today in Salamanca's La Gaceta.
If you haven't met Kathleen, you'll find her here now and again round the comment box. Her own blog is always a pleasure to read, because it is, as she says, the blog of someone "privileged to be make a living doing the thing that they love". In Kathleen's case, the "thing" is to sing. Saturday night I was privileged to see what a stroke of luck Spain snatched up the day Kathleen decided not to board a plane back to New York. Watch her sing and you'll hear that little voice this blog is about. You know the one .. the one that wants you to spend all the minutes you can just doing that thing ... that one thing you love.
This is a photo of Friday evening's walk to the Ermita of San Marcos, while the sun set over the lagoon.
Labels: wanders and travels