Flowers and the fruits of Andalusia

All south cities are something similar, in Spain, in Algeria, in Azerbaijan.

Narrow streets, dark faces, glitter teeth, ringing seg.

In southern Spain – also gait. Caballero go slowly, turn around for each skirt, non-removal cigarettes. And Senoras, Senorins and Chiki – go, do not touch the lands, looking forward over the heads, even jeans on them rustle like grandmother skirts.

If Madrid leaves the impression of space, flight, space, then in Malaga, everything is miniature: svverings, fountains, pads. And everything smells like orange flowers. Only here and see – the trees are covered with ripe fruits, and the flowers appear again again.

At every step – sellers of sweets: children’s turntables, dulls, sweets of some unawares of spring colors, fried chestnuts. Next to the islands of children’s happiness – sellers of bags, handbags, ringing, leather, wooden ribbons, beads and beads. Behind the ceiling that form large bags of all the masters is guessed by the owner of a pretty female heart of the little things.

On Saturdays, a lace Spaniard flower is added to Fleardo, which parents are held for a walk, with a mandatory occasion of church. In the afternoon, confectionery filled with families. Such wellness, already a tear is embroils.

Early Monday morning explodes fierce motorcycles – favorite means of movement. Even go to families – a child, mom, dad. On the trunk little dog. Modern Sagrada Familia.

The road to Granada is not much different from the Madrid route – Malaga. Only almost physically felt the tremendous effort of human labor, a stubborn, stubborn, daily, invested in these slopes to win the tender sprouts of Olip. Four years there was no rain.

And Granada smells of oranges. Charming dope. White streets leaving in the sky. Birds sing on balconies. At home they were covered with flowers, decorated with plates. On plates – the same motive. Andalusia’s motive: white and blue.

Broke in the streets. Music displays me to Plaza de Alonso Cano, the area in front of the famous Iglesia del Sagradio. On Square – Orchestra. Musicians in Thractions. Public on folding chairs, on the steps, leaning against the wall. Gold tools glitters. Play Mozart. Twelve o’clock. Sounded bells. The wand of the conductor fell. The whole area frozen. Otzveli the bells, play the orchestra.

Flowers and the fruits of Andalusia

Going down the street, suddenly you under the nose – a small odorous twig with sharp leaves – Rosemary. Gypsy in search of a client. Different from Spanish only with this branch. And the ability to predict five children in the most discovered future in all languages ​​of the world, including the language of gestures (for the most dark) for just 3 thousand peashes, well, two, well, a thousand.

Actually, the complex of the Alhambra and Gardens of the General Father come to Granada. In addition, so-called buried here "Colic" The kings of Isabella and Ferdinand, who staged a point in the centuries-old period of reconquists, just in Granada, the last malic of the Arab state. The tomb of the kings, all tourists are regularly visited, and if this is a sight – an amateur, then Alhambra and the generals cause admiration. In the Gardens of the generalif – fancy trimmed trees, spicy roses, wild persimmon. Green oasis powered by water flowing from the mountains of Sierra Nevada. Thanks to the water, obviously, the leaves are yellow yellow here as gentle and exactly as it happens in more northern latitudes. Glowing gold trees under the blue southern sky, the root feeling of the house, cool.

From Granada direct road to Ronda, through low Andalus Mountains. On their slopes in some places, small white villages rushed – Pueblos. Ordinal Andalusia. Very narrow streets for which you can not drive by car. White small churches, not overwhelming, like most Catholic cathedrals. Surprised me even in them civilization was surprised – to put a candle, throw a coin – and an electric light of artificial candle is lit. Coldly.

In Ronda is the oldest in Spain Arena for the battleship. Once a year, in September, Krrida Goyesca is held here – according to the rules and in costumes adopted in the 18th century, which can be obtained by. Here is the Museum of the History of the Corrida, where the names and photos are also preserved, not only the tickets, but also by the bulls who conquered the public with their strength and courage.

I could not see the Corrida, but I could overcome persistent prejudice against her and almost understand why she is so loved by the Spaniards. I think that for them she, on the one hand, a contest with the fate, in which to win, if confident in herself, on the other hand, Corrida is the martial arts of two representatives of the male start, and that in nature there is a male beginning and women in nature, in Andalusia will not forget. This is the birthplace of Flamenco, and that says it all. By the way, at school, where I lived and taught Spanish, give Flamenco lessons. And we must see how the Germans are transformed, the Danes, the Swedet with the sound of kastannets, how boldly looks, proud – posture.

Flowers and the fruits of Andalusia

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