viernes, 8 de julio de 2016

NIGHT TALES

NIGHT TALES
When I was little, I was traveling with my parents to a village called Quirbaquirá in Boyaca, every time we had vacation enjoyed in the house of my grandmother, was a house of mud and straw, had no light, water we had to bring it from the well.

With my three sisters ran by great pastales, we bathed in the cold, clear waters of the creek, even when fingers are cold and shriveled we head hurt us.

Those were times of pick wild berries and sweeten with honey, they were delicious. Also we were feeding the rabbits, chickens and how much animal had in the house.

In the morning I accompanied my paternal grandmother to milk, she gave me warm fresh milk in the top of the bar, it was warm and very rich. When she finished milking, cattle moved to another pasture. Then we ivam home to make breakfast, usually fresh from potato broth prepared with beef rib, onion and cilantro, was accompanied with chocolate milk, cheese and peasant arepas.

Then came the strut, which was a pyramid of salt potatoes on a plate and ended with a good piece of meat or chicken and make a gourd with sweet cane juice and hot peppers with scallions, cilantro and finely chopped tomato.
And to play ..... run, jump, throw us a boat down the slopes .., well ... we were free.

Resultado de imagen para paisajes de casas en adobe en boyacá

At night dinner it was made in the wood stove in the kitchen, as it was so cold, we all gathered around the stove and finish eating, began the stories of goblins, witches and legends.

The gathering lasted almost until midnight and when we had to go to sleep, and all frightened by the stories, we had to urinate into a mountain, because there was no bathroom, se¿imaginan the shock of nosostras? all dark, all I saw were the fireflies that scared us and telling us that they were the spirits of the dead, almost always we ended up doing behind the house, despite telling us that we should urinate away in the bush.

And then we ran to the bedroom, which was on the other side of the house was quite far from the kitchen. We got into the bed and we covered completely from head to toe.

It's nice to remember those moments, that even if you do not believe were very special.

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