The wind rustled the trees and bushes, and it sounded like whispers. The sun was up, although it wasn’t warming me at all. I wrapped my cloak around tighter, and enjoyed the brief feeling of warmth that brought. At the bottom of the hill, I looked at the distance I had just descended, and realized I needed to go back up, burdened by my purchases. On the way to the market, I walked along the cobblestone street and glanced at all the small houses with hay roofs. Their doors were shut tight to ward away the biting chill that had a way of sneaking through cracks. I arrived at the center square just in time, it was sheltered from the wind by the towering church. The market was open, although the only stands were shivering in the corner. I walked over, and looked over the measly leftovers of the harvest. I picked out all the vegetables that weren’t noticeably infested with bugs, which amounted to just enough. I walked back up the mountain, and brought the vegetables into the kitchen. I sat down to work on copying scripts, and they day melted fast, as it usually does when I become enchanted in my work. Dinner was more soup, which I enjoyed, tasting the vegetables that were the result of my labors. I fell asleep next to the fire, absorbing its caring warmth.
Welcome to our family blog!
We began in September 2010 by traveling a portion of the Camino de Santiago, the ancient pilgrimage route that leads to the tomb of Saint James in Santiago, Galicia, in the northwestern corner of Spain. The name of our blog is inspired by the camino, and we'll have many stories (cuentos) to tell! We spent 2010-2011 on an intentional international journey, living and working in Spanish-speaking countries. Since then, we are immersed back in our lives at home but will report on occasional openings and discoveries. Please join us!