
Wordless Wednesday


Legend has it that Santo Domingo, who lived around the year 1000, was honoured for his miracles … by keeping a live cock and hen in a golden cage in the church wall.
Santo Domingo de la Calzada

The story tells of a German pilgrim, who rejected a local girl’s love, but then she wrongly accused him of theft, and the pilgrim was hanged. Later his parents found him still alive in the gallows. The parents went to the local judge, who said: ”Nonsense, he is not more alive than the cooked rooster on my plate.” Then the rooster stood up and crowed.
Believe it or not – but they are still there…
…and so is the saint – but in another cage.

A rather big city, renowned for its yearly dangerous race between men and bulls…
…running along this street…

…ending up in the arena on the other side of these red doors.

The man who made this race known to the whole world had a street named after him here – just beside the arena.

And he happens to be one of my favourite authors. Although I must say the monument does not do him justice…
Surely you, by now, know where we are in Spain? – Pamplona!
You cannot catch them all…can you? But in the header – a sunny, clear winter’s day.
Ailsa’s theme this week is Weather. Something to talk about. Always.
It is snowing
Frost and colours a cloudy day
Ice melting…letting spring run free
Fog softly rolling in a late summer night
Thin autumn drizzle

We passed the tiny village Castro in our search for the hidden monastery. After the visit there, the decision was easy – to park the car and walk up the main street of Castro.
At first sight it looked abandoned, but …electricity and a TV antenna told another story.
And all those doors…most of them belonging to abandoned houses or houses torn down – the door opening onto endless meadows behind… every door having its own secret story.

And, somebody is caring for the lonely rose.
There is a slight chill in the air…even though the wind still is soft and warm.
But, I can feel him coming…
Because the sky is crystal clear…
…and the colours are changing into a golden glow.
There is a stillness in everything, just before his gentle steps …heading straight in our direction. Let us glow – Autumn is coming.
Monasterio de Santa Cristina (Ribas de Sil) in Galicia, Spain, originates from the 11th century, when monks came here to live in seclusion to meditate.
We had great difficulties in finding the hidden monastery, and had to follow winding roads for miles. Then a multitude of stone steps down…but, we were richly rewarded.
There is not much written about the monastery, or its church, but the very location and surroundings are enigmatic. I hope you noticed the stone faces watching us from above in the header…
Hidden in the forest, it was impossible to get an overview of the buildings. We walked up the layered paths, and the unreal feeling only escalated. Not many monks have ever lived here – but how did they survive? It seemed impossible that they would have grown anything in this stone paradise. No matter how green it was…
The old trees all seemed to be aware of us being there…and as I turned around on the path, one of them made my eyes wander up the trunk for his message…resting some four, five meters up…
We once started writing to sum up collected taxes and to label things. We still do. But, we also write for many other reasons – Love for example, and for religious reasons (I guess that too is out of love).
Sometimes the writing is not that beautiful…but still written out of love.
And sometimes I find writing utterly beautiful.
Often the eastern ”alphabets” and writings are much more artistic and beautiful than ours – or what do you think?
Great Fun! Fun watching them, fun playing volleyball, fun puppy love…
How I enjoyed this stay with Totti’s little ones! Thank you Michelle, for finally having Fun!
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