When you live in a wonderful place, among loving people and beautiful nature, it is quite easy to forget how lucky you are. Something to think about, right? At the beginning everything looks like a fairy tale. When you wake up, the birdsong delights you and gives a lot of positive energy. Also some other,Continue reading “Allow yourself to hear it”
Category Archives: Pages from Finca San Mateo
Señorita! Cariño! Reina! * The brightest sides of the living markets
I just love the noisy markets of Andalusia! You are walking in the middle of a narrow street, passing on both sides colourful stalls and even more colourful sellers. Everybody is talking and smiling widely. All around you can hear loud shouts, like Solo cinco euro ** or las mejores manzanas*** that suppose to attractContinue reading “Señorita! Cariño! Reina! * The brightest sides of the living markets”
The name of Vera
From the author This story is especially close to me. The mountain I am writing about, Cerro de Espiritu Santo, is just my neighbour and I see it every day from my garden. You can climb to the top and on your way you notice the ruins of the town that more than five centuriesContinue reading “The name of Vera”
Very soon…
Will you go to the seaside with me? We will leave early in the morning, just before sunrise. No worries, it will be warm already, because in the summer the sun does a really good job here. First we will say hello to the sea. I do not know how about you, but I alwaysContinue reading “Very soon…”
Rain
Yes, yes, also around Vergajar * there are cloudy days, rains and even downpours! In a day like this, typical for Finca San Mateo, waking up usually takes me some time. First I slowly open my eyes. Very slowly even, because half of my mind is still in the world of dreams… Then, welcomed byContinue reading “Rain”
Rainbows of the morning
The world outside the window is truly magical. I love spending early mornings in the armchair next to the window… During this precious time I adore watching the metamorphoses that take place in every single minute of dawn. These moments when the birds wake up and shapes of the palm trees imitate a black andContinue reading “Rainbows of the morning”
Andalusian orange jam
I am sitting on the terrace, at a large wooden table, and some aromatic juice flows down between my fingers. My hands are so brown that I almost cannot recognize them. Hands of the inhabitant of Spain. It still sounds like a fairy tale in my head. Hands of a person who just combined theContinue reading “Andalusian orange jam”
Maxiu and me
We are lying on the grass, very close to each other, and in some incomprehensible way our energies begin to connect. With each passing moment the spirits are getting brighter. Our bodies, tired with the worries of the recent days, begin to breathe easier and easier. We have our eyes closed, and our heads areContinue reading “Maxiu and me”
Magdalena Szymańska 