Por Que No?

The theme of my trip has been, “Why not?” When opportunities arise, I take them. “Por que no?” This attitude has served me splendidly thus far. I don’t see why I can’t continue to live this way for the rest of my life until I’m “stiffy”, as Olivia would say.


Olivia and Chris Littler own the farm that I opted to head to after leaving Cutar. They’re a British couple who have lived in Spain since the early 90s. They are incredibly warm people. From the very start I’ve felt at home here. They have avocado, orange, lemon and olive trees, horses, cats, fish and sixteen dogs. Yep, sixteen. I told Olivia that my next project is to take a photo of each dog and label each photo with their name and a little tidbit of information. This is mostly for my own sake, so I can remember all of their names, but we might just turn this idea into a holiday calendar complete with all the Littler animals. Including the horses and cats, there are enough animals for a complete two-year calendar. Seasons Greetings 2010 and 2011!


There are two other WWOOFers at the farm as well. Victoria arrived on Tuesday, the same day as me. She left her home in Pennsylvania in January and has been WWOOFing almost the entire time since then. Among other things, she worked on a goat farm outside of Nice, France for over a month. Goat cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Oui! Sounds delicious. Victoria is here because she loves horses. She rides a horse at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Fair. She plays a knight in shining armor. There are at least four performances a week. During her jousting sequence, she has to fall off the horse. That doesn’t sound remotely fun. The last time I got on a horse I fell off. I can’t fathom doing it multiple times a week as one of my job requirements. The other WWOOFer is Josh. He has been here since December, when the days were shorter and the avocadoes were ripe. He knows the ins and outs of the farm, the names of all the animals, and has kindly showed Victoria and me the ways of the land. Josh and Chris left a couple of days ago to drive their horse trailer to Northern Spain and then ferry it on over to its new owner in England. They return from their journey in a week. Until then, it’s us ladies holding down the farm.


On Thursday night, Josh, Victoria and I headed into Coin to watch the Semana Santa processional. We first caught site of the Maria float (called a “trono” in Spanish), glowing from the light of hundreds of candles, near the center of town, but it was surrounded by a big crowd and heading away from us. We wove our way through the back streets and ended up with a front and center view. We stood alongside the military-clad band with thousands of other spectators and watched as the Jesus trono met the Maria trono, crossed paths, and then returned on the path from which they came. Each trono was carried on the shoulders of at least 30 men. Sometimes one would bow to the other – the men carrying the trono would hoist it high into the air by extending their arms, then those at the front would bend down while those at the back would remain standing, hands in the air. It couldn’t have been easy. Both the Maria and Jesus tronos were ornate and composed of heavy things, mostly silver and gold, and lots of contained fire. It couldn’t have been much earlier than midnight when the processional ended and the streets were still thriving with Spanish families. I love that about Spain. Little kids are out late. Maybe they have an extra long siesta the next day? Somehow they make it work. After the processional, we headed to a bar for a couple beers. The owners were a friendly couple from Madrid. We commiserated about the difficulty of understanding the southern Spanish accent. It was nice to (attempt to) speak Spanish again after a couple days on the farm, where English reigns supreme. Maybe initiating a daily Spanish power hour on the farm wouldn’t be a bad idea. Por que no?




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