The cooler, wet weather we have been having recently is turning the oranges from green to orange 🙂
*** Don´t forget today´s your last chance to enter this month´s CBBH Photo Challenge: WINDOWS. ***
The cooler, wet weather we have been having recently is turning the oranges from green to orange 🙂
*** Don´t forget today´s your last chance to enter this month´s CBBH Photo Challenge: WINDOWS. ***
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Customs and celebrations to honour the end of the harvest, the change of the seasons and the passage of life into death come together in many notable traditions at this time of the year.
The festival of Todos los Santos (All Saints´ day) is celebrated throughout Spain as a national holiday on November 1st each year.
Although the American-style “ghosts and ghouls” type of Halloween is now creeping into the Spanish calendar each year (sadly), traditionally this time is celebrated here in a different form, as “El Día de los Muertos” or the “Day of the Dead” .
The three-day event, beginning on the evening of October 31 and ending on November 2 (All Souls´ day) sees cemeteries packed with families paying homage to their dead. Family members tend the gravestones of their loved ones by painting, weeding and cleaning them, and by placing fresh flowers and candles.
We often visit our local cemetery on November 1st, and apart from the sheer number of people, the first thing that always strikes me is the overwhelming fragrance of fresh flowers.
Family members of all ages arrive carrying vases, buckets, bottles of water, cleaning items, candles and arms full of flowers. The atmosphere is not at all solemn and the sound of chatter is everywhere, with people greeting each other with kisses and hugs. Each member of the family plays their part in the cleaning and tending of the grave and, when they were finally satisfied, they wandered around the cemetery, looking at other graves to remember the dead, before leaving.
What I particularly like about this lovely Spanish tradition is that all of the frightening aspects of the afterlife are taken out of it. This is a commemoration for loved ones with nothing ghoulish or scary involved. Exactly as it should be, in my opinion.
How do you honour loved ones who have passed away, in your part of the world?
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There are no foreign lands. It is the traveller only who is foreign. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
This simple sculpture of a world map (mapa mundi) can be found within the grounds of Málaga´s Botanical Gardens.
Being an English expat living in Spain, many things that I once might have considered foreign, have now become the norm.
Besides, the concept of “foreign” is all relative, isn´t it?
So, here are some things that you might think are foreign, but which are now part of everyday life here in amazing Andalucía!
This young girl was wearing her Yo Soy Español (I am Spanish) tee shirt to watch the Spanish national team play football on TV during Euro 2012, at the La Noche de San Juan celebrations.
Sunshine, the blue Mediterranean Sea and palm trees off the Balcón de Europa in Nerja, Spain.
Stunning yellow blooms of a cactus plant.
Herbs and spices for sale at a Spanish street market.
Delicious paella, freshly-made each day over wooden fires.
Street sign in the village of Torrox, which claims to have the best climate in Europe (mejor clima de Europa).
This post is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign.
Other photo challenges you might enjoy:
CBBH monthly Photo challenge: Windows
Weekly Photo challenge: Near and Far
One of the things I love most about living in southern Spain are the mountains. They always make the views spectacular, both morning and evening, as the sunlight falls across the ridges of the nearby foothills, but never more so than when it rains. It´s always a delight to watch the clouds surging up the valley from the Mediterranean Sea between the ridges – almost making it look more like smoke than clouds.
The past few days have been cloudy and raining, so in between the heavy showers, I have tried to pop outside to capture the raindrops on the flowers and trees, as well as the rapidly changing cloud patterns. They are so pretty. Isn´t nature wonderful?
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