Riddle Me This: The Mysterious Case of the Disappearing Statues

El Vendimiador statue in Plaza Almijara, Competa, Spain

I took this photograph of  the charming El Vendimiador several years ago when it was situated in the main square, Plaza Almijara in the village of Cómpeta.

The statue commemorates centuries of wine-making in the area and shows the grape-picker standing in his sandals on a dry-stone wall.  On his head he carries a basket of freshly-picked grapes and by his side, his young daughter helps with the harvest.  

Despite being sited in the main square, next to the 500 year old Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción village church only eight years ago, the statue disappeared a few years later.  I suppose this was to make more room for vehicles to turn around in the tiny square, already half full of tables, chairs and sunshades from the nearby cafes and restaurants.

No-one seemed to know what had happened to the statue and some even suggested it had been damaged during the move.

Fortunately El Vendimiador re-appeared earlier this year at the new Mirador in Competa’s Plaza Vendimia (where he really should have been all along), except now he stands alone, without his daughter.  

Curiouser and curiouser …….!

El Vendimiador statue in Plaza Almijara, Competa, Spain (from the church tower)

Looking down on El Vendimiador from the Church tower

This post is my response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: Companionable and to Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Sculpture

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The Spanish Postal Delivery System

[Image credit CC: Ian Britton]

If you choose to live in a town or village in the Axarquía, there will probably be a postal delivery to your house on most week days, just as you would expect in many countries.  Depending on where you live in the world, you might think it strange, but most front doors here in Spain don’t have letter boxes set into them, making mail delivery a little more complicated.

Your correspondence will usually be left in a lockable post box fastened to the wall at the front of your house.  That’s always assuming, of course, that you have a lockable post box.   If you don’t, it’s likely that the postman will push the letters in the gap under your front door.  I can recall when we rented a house in the beautiful white village of Frigiliana, before we bought our present house,  seeing letters poking out from underneath many of the doors, as I walked through the narrow village streets.

Post Office, Competa, Spain

If you choose to live in the countryside (el campo), you will not have your post delivered to your home, but instead you will need to go to your local village post office to collect it.

Before the post office in the village of Cómpeta moved into new premises a few years ago, this service was free to residents in the area where I live.    We had all been allotted Post Office box numbers (Apartado de Correos) and we would then queue up, as we Brits are so good at, waiting our turn to be given our goodies!

You knew you had truly been accepted into the local community when the Spanish postmistress didn’t need to ask for your post office box number ….she just went to the pigeon-hole, situated behind the counter, and took out your bundle of post!

The Post Office queue was always a sociable event, with locals and expats chatting and listening in to each other’s conversations.  It was always a place to learn what was happening in the village, particularly as you had chance to read the notice board, as you shuffled past it, whilst you were waiting.

Sometimes, of course, the wait would stretch to half an hour, as the queue snaked around the Post Office and out of the door, which would result in people grumbling and moaning about what an old-fashioned system it was.  Personally, I always found it rather charming.

Sadly, the social aspect of mail collection all changed when Cómpeta Post Office moved into a new building and the system was dragged, kicking and screaming, into the 21st century.

Post Office box, Spain

In order to retain your Apartado de correos address, it would now cost you more than 50 Euros a year.  Each household was issued with a key, so you can visit to collect your mail from your own personal lockable mail box, in racks on the public side of the counter, anytime during post office opening hours.

So nowadays, people drop in – open the box, and are off again within a moment or two and without a drop of gossip in sight!

Shame that …. 😉

What is an aspect of modern life that you think has changed for the worse?

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Prickly pear cactus

As a result of this week’s WordPress system update, I couldn’t access the Dashboard of my blog for almost 24 hours.  

When finally I managed to log-in, I was preparing the draft of a post which was scheduled for yesterday (Friday) in which I would offer the followers of East of Málaga the chance to WIN 6 HANDWRITTEN POSTCARDS FROM SPAIN.

I pressed the “Preview” button and …. up popped a box to say that my draft had been posted!   GRRRR!

Strangely, the post didn’t appear on the blog, but that didn’t stop the message going out to followers via Notifications in the Reader, by email, on Facebook and Twitter.  Of course, this meant that when anyone clicked on the link to the post – they received the Error 404 message that the post could not be found!  

Sorry about that, folks.

Annoyingly, when yesterday came around and the scheduled post finally posted to the blog, NO NOTIFICATIONS were sent out by WordPress in the Reader, by email, on Facebook or Twitter!  

Technology, huh ….. SHEESH!!

I don’t want anyone to miss out on the chance to WIN just because WordPress screwed up – so if you didn’t receive the notification, please head over to yesterday’s post for your chance to WIN 6 HANDWRITTEN POSTCARDS FROM SPAIN – which is my way of saying a GREAT BIG THANK YOU to everyone who has supported and followed my blog.

Always assuming that when I press “Publish” – you get notified about THIS POST, of course!

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Looking across to Frigiliana

Across to Frigiliana, Spain

 

Whenever we have visitors staying with us, we always take them for a scenic drive along the back road from Torrox pueblo to the beautiful white village of Frigiliana.

The views across to Frigiliana and Nerja are stunning! 

This photograph was taken from the terrace of Los Caracoles Restaurant and Hotel.  Towards the bottom left you can see the white village (pueblo blanco) of Frigiliana and, over to the right, the nearby town of Nerja, with the Mediterranean Sea in the background.

This view never fails to take my breath away …. no matter how many times I see it!

I’ve never posted any black and white photos before, but I wanted to show support for a new venture set up by my blogger friend, Sonel.   I hope you will, too!

 

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Death in the Afternoon: The Round Cemetery of Sayalonga

I love discovering and exploring burial sites wherever I am in the world, not because of any morbid fascination with death, but in the expectation of visually recording their beauty, history and existence.  To me, cemeteries are places where art, history and world religion meet. 

Of course, visiting the graves of our ancestors is a ritual dating back as long as bodies have been buried, allowing families not only to grieve but also to honour and celebrate lives that have passed. 

In Spain, cemeteries still form an integral part of community life.

The Round Cemetery, Sayalonga, Spain

The only round cemetery in Spain can be found in Sayalonga, a typical whitewashed village some 40 kilometres east of the city of Málaga and 9 kilometres from the coast, deep in the heart of the Axarquía region.  You might remember Sayalonga from my recent post about the narrowest street in the Axarquía.

Despite it’s name, the outer walls of Cementerio Redondo, as you can see from the photos, are actually octagonal with rows of parallel, oblong traditional graves added more recently, in the centre.  The older, individual dome-shaped tombs are constructed on top of each other giving the impression of a giant, white honeycomb.

The Round Cemetery, Sayalonga, Spain

Originally, the village cemetery was in the courtyard of the local church of Santa Catalina, however, the Round Cemetery was constructed during the first half of the 19th century and, for hygiene reasons, placed just outside of the village limits.

The motive for this curious shaped cemetery isn’t known, but one explanation is that it was built in imitation of the old cemetery.  I prefer the more romantic interpretation that it was so that the dead could not turn their backs on one another.

There is a small visitor centre at the entrance, which shows and explains the history of the cemetery to more than 3000 tombstone tourists each year.

So, where is Sayalonga’s Cementerio Redondo?

About a forty minute drive east of the city of Málaga along the A7-E15 Autovía del Mediterraneo to km 277, take the exit signposted A 7206 inland towards Algarrobo (pueblo), Sayalonga and Cómpeta.  Stay on the A7206 through the village of Algarrobo and drive up the winding mountain road for a further five minutes until you reach Sayalonga.

There is a mirador (viewpoint) on your left as you are leaving the village heading towards Cómpeta, which gives a good view of the Round Cemetery.

The Round Cemetery, Sayalonga, Spain

Are you a fellow taphophile?  Do you enjoy visiting cemeteries when you are on vacation?  Where’s the most unusual cemetery you’ve ever visited?

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