Going back in time.

I was invited to so some hiking, where I live there are several mountains to go check out.

But this one in particular we had to drive about 1h and a half and get to a tiny little town called “Cortes de Arenoso”, the town was extremely small when I asked how many people lived there they told me only 60 do, there is one bakery,one grocery shop,one bar.

By the end of the day I realized how small it was since  I saw the people from the bar, in the bakery then in the park, running into the same people over and over again and greeting them each time.

Up the mountain we went, while listening to stories, about back in the day waking up very early to go to school, then taking care of the sheep and having lunch with their friends under a tree, telling stories, playing games to pass the time.

 

We were heading to a house, a house that had been abandoned for 40 years, on our way the scenery was beautiful and there where abandoned houses everywhere, up here there is no light or water, back then it was candlelit, and the water taken from a well, people started leaving this place to find better opportunities in other places.

 

The first thing I did when I saw the house was run to see inside, the windows where open, that’s when they asked me if I wanted to go in, and we did, there where still old tools for picking up wheat, old mirrors, wine bottles.

It was so interesting to see how they lived, specially while narrated like this, by someone who lived this way, telling me about how they made their own wine, how in the afternoons in that window up there, the same room where they were born, they would braid their hair, do their homework at candle light.

I could imagine every single thing, it was like going back in time and imagining this place as they told me it once was.

  

I took bunches of photos, then sadly the card of my camera decided to die, the poor thing has been with me 4 years. And puff! all gone.

Here I am paying attention, with my 2 sweaters and pale as ever.

After getting back, we went past a truffle farm, oh myyyyyyyy!! I just loved this, they told me how the dogs go sniffing around and they tell you where the truffles are, then also learned a little bit about how snails are raised for selling and it is just so interesting, to see the products of each place.

Back in the little town (I wish my camera didn’t died) a great lunch in the bar, and some more conversations with people who have lived there their entire life.

Right before leaving, when saying the goodbyes, I mentioned how I love tiny bitty towns and told Mr.Primitivo about Antigua and how it was also very small and smiled as he told me he wouldn’t change that place for the world.

I can see why.

While some people would just go mad in such a small place, surrounded by mountains, seeing the same people every day, for some reason I think it must be an interesting experience to rent a little room for a month and be in one of these small towns working with nothing to bother you at all, just peace and quiet and fresh air.

Running away..

 

These last few weeks I’ve had a need of running away from everything, yes, everything.. even jewelry, that’s why things have been quiet around the blog,shop,facebook.etc..

I am quite stubborn, and usually when things don’t go as planned, I am embarrassed to admit, I feel annoyed, like crying, like not doing anything, and whine,Oh! yes I whine… but then after I am done letting it all out, I come back to my senses,think of the good things and start planning again, thinking what could I do for my business, for time to go by faster…

Why am I sad? Right now I was meant to be in Spain, H and I have worked so hard,but there is still so much to do, so we can have everything we need over there, going to Guatemala was hard, but moving to another continent, uff is proving to be a whole other deal..we need to wait a little longer.

The future will be wonderful and is almost here, but sometimes there is a bit of desperation when something you want is so close, yet so far.

I have been taking some time for myself..

There was a quick visit to the farm, which was particularly beautiful this time of year..

Let me give you a tour of the garden.

It’s been raining a lot in the city, there was a tropical storm.. over here 6hours away, it was sunny with very little rain, just enough to make everything bloom..

 

We call these “Mamon chino” in Costa Rica, but found out is called a Wild Rambutan in english, anyways right now they are everyyyywhere and I could eat a thousand of them…

 

The colors are so beautiful, funny how I can wander in this place for so long, looking at all the flowers,

 

at all the leafs..

 

And always find something new..

Don’t these look like the stripes where drawn on them?

Grapefruit!

 

 

This tree has dozens of pink bells..

 

 

Little corners..

Walking on moist grass, the smell of earth, the hugs of my brothers, smiles,

and my grandma making tortillas of course.

When I feel like running away, I run away to my home, more than enough to give me that much needed boost..

Hopefully tomorrow I will have some jewelry to show, this blog needs it

Buenas Noches!

Earthlike.

Today I wanted to post photos of the ring I made this week.

It’s a Geode… a lovely little rock formation with tiny crystals inside.. encased in a little “Basket” I made for it.. these are mostly set with prongs..

I read the other day reading about stones as I do when I have time which is verrrrrrrrrry randomly,or sometimes during lunch, that the he word “geode” is derived from Latin meaning “earthlike”,which makes complete sense.

With this one everyone sees the profile of a man.. can you see it?

The ring was made for a fellow jeweler,which work I like very much, she has a style of her own and if you find one of her pieces, or see a photo, you know it’s hers, is very flattering to me to have orders like this, I also get a little nervous, wondering if she will like it..

Here is in her hands…

And she loved it! and asked for the matching pendant,which will feature the same little dots, making it sometime next week…

“The Day The Saucers Came” by Neil Gaiman

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

On blogs,blogging,bloggers and such..

For some reason I’m not writing that much these days, as I’ve said in the past for me is very therapeutic to just ramble in the blog.

 

 Been so busy as of late the first thing I would do in the morning was pour a gigantic cup of coffee/tea or any uplifting berage and sit here and write.

 

 Not many people around me read it , still I like the fact of having it for a long long time then come back and see all the stuff how I either got better at what I do or how I  changed my mind and gave it all away  , somehow this is a way for us to keep record of today of this moment.

 

Maybe some of us might come to our blogs, in many many years and just laugh at what we strongly believed. So many things it’s sort of a digital way to write one’s story from a personal perception.

 

 It’s very ironic in a couple of years the guy that wrote about anime characters might be the owner of a huge animation company, or the lady that put his cooking recepies online might get a deal in the future to have her own book.

 

 When I think about these things it’s very nice, here we write things that are just so plain for some people, but we love or we fight for. And for some we might be fools , for others inspiration or just someone so similar just in the other side of earth.

 

 The only thing I say it’s that all of us who write in a blog are having a chance to let out thought be out there for everyone to read and we can make a change, give hope to, who knows..