Astudillo and Melgar de Yuso

I'm a walking disaster. I haven't writtren anything for the last two years. Even worse, I have forgotten  almost all I had learnt about blogs, so I need to start again in spite of my age. I'll try it.

Last Sunday I ejoyed both Segovia and "Titirimundi"

Diego, straighten your back, please!

"Where the sun rises"

Two weeks ago, on a beautiful sunny Sunday, I met some of my students in Torre (Astudillo) . Hundreds of people went up the hill to celebrate their patron Vierge.

Guillermo is a good horseman

Most of the pilgrims come on foot, or by car. Only a few ones do the journey riding their horses. There was a horse market in the middle of the hill but, unfortunately, this tradition is dissaperaring nowadays.

After the Mass everybody recieves a cheese-onion-bread sandwich. Here they don't throw the sandwiches to the people as in Cristo del Otero. They put them on your hands. These people from the villages are less savage than those from the capital.

In Melgar de Yuso, Ivan showed me his farm. There were chickens, hens, cocks, donkeys, horses (stalions and mares).
Then we had a coffee in the bar opposite the Town Hall.