A friend of mine invited me to visit her village in a beautiful valley north from my city. I went with my camera and my walker and found it very difficult strolling through the cobbled streets. My walker advanced rattling and my balance was unstable. The group of friends decided to visit the village’s ancient church. There was a flight of steps pretty steep. A real barrier for me. So I decided I had had enough of struggling with my walker, and I was going to wait down alone. I was feeling lazy, down there doing nothing. I noticed someone was watching me attentively. It was really handsome, so I took a picture of him. I did it carefully and quietly because i didn’t want to scare him. Here he is.
Later, my friends went to the cemetery. Again, the access was impossible for me. I waited wandering at the main square, where there is a fronton to play basque ball or jai alai. There was nobody around. From one of the sides of the fronton there was a view of the nearby mount I liked. The day was cloudy and the light wasn’t good. But I took a photo anyway.
for this week’s challenge, bring together two of your photos into dialogue. What do they say to each other?
A sight from centuries…
…and a silent witness
My contrast is between close and far away
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
I’m alone with mom today and she’s not feeling OK. One of this silent and busy days. Not a chance for an interview. I would like to, because I love interviews. I interviewed all kind of people during my life: Politicians, bishops, professionals, scientists, celebrities, ordinary people, even a king.
But today, I don’t know why I remember an interview I made long time ago with a man in his 100th birthday. He lived in a small village in Navarre, Spain and had a little orchard. He never had left his village and his orchard and continued working every day, taking care of his old trees and his vegetables with the help of his 80 years old son. The son told me he got tired following his father rhythm but there was no way to convince him to stay at home.
The old man told me that he had been perfectly happy spending his 100 years of life going from his home to his orchard and back. And he show me proudly how was capable to work, with difficulty, but working (to his son’s desperation).
His other five children had left the village, get married, some of them went to America and invited him to visit them, but he never left even for a day the village. He had his home and his orchard. What more would he ever need?. He told me he only missed his wife of 70 years. She died when she was 92 years old. “Too soon”, he said.
Daily Prompt: FAQ.
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Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.
What a difficult one! To write in my regional slang I must use Spanish, and I don’t know how to put in writing my English accent. How do you write the English of a Spanish mixed with a little Croatian speaking person? To write about whatever I’d like would be not easy because I’m blocked lately. I was hopping for a more inspiring prompt. At least I’m looking forward to read todays posts by my fellow bloggers. I’m sure it will be one of these days you learn a lot reading you.
Because today’s prompt is about local, the only thing I can think about is telling you about the place I live in. Pamplona. A city in the North of Spain, capital of the ancient kingdom of Navarre. Although is internationally known because of the running of the bulls during the San Fermin Festival every year in July, it has other interesting features. The city has its name after the roman general Pompey considered its founder back in the first century BC. We have in our local museum Roman art, mosaics and other remains of those years. It was also important city in the Middle Ages with a rich history. You can see it by the gothic cathedral and churches. Even today is a main stage in the Way of St. James or Camino de Santiago receiving every year thousands of pilgrims. It’s a University town with a very good health care system. People are friendly and nice (a little stubborn when they want, they say) and they love to cook delicious food. So Pamplona is much more than San Fermin and the Fiesta Hemingway portrayed so vividly in his novel that put our city in the international map.
Daily Prompt: Non-Regional Diction.
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