By Juani Muñoz Vico.
Armilla I arrived 30 years ago. I remember that time were almost all old houses, such as farmer's house. Bungalows with patios behind. Almost all alike. But there was a different house. A house that from the beginning caught my attention. A big house they called "that of Vedia" and was just behind where I lived, and where I live in the Place de la Aurora.
For life circumstances had access to the "Casa Grande "(I always called it that) that caused me so much respect. The home of Mr de Viedma, Doña Lola, I proposed to work there two or three days a week so soon I joined her for the first time. The lords, owners of everything, I was greeted with much love, but with whom I worked always, a six or seven years, was with Mrs. Lola and Mr. Alexander, a good man of great heart.
I remember like yesterday when I first walked through the huge wooden door of the entrance. The red tiles of the hall and around a large courtyard filled with pots of ivy and pilistras. A beautiful courtyard surrounded by columns, stone pavement in the center and a well. It was a place that I always conveyed a sweet sense of peace. A special peace and tranquility. Later, I feel the happiest woman in the world when in the summer, evening, flushing the soil, watered those plants and they, in turn, I was surrounded with a green embrace of life and freshness.
I remember the top. The turret and a very long corridors, giving the courts, as a yard. Mother!, ... The house was huge! .. "And you'll gradually" said Ms. Lola. Downstairs, at the bottom right and after passing a small courtyard and a gate was left to old corrals with cows milked that Ms. Lola and whose milk is sold, rabbits, chickens and pigs a few gleaming with forgiveness. But of all this, which I will never forget the precious peacock that lived there too. Mother! ... When I saw the animal in all its splendor, when the turkey, yet elegant, magical and displayed his splendid tail nearly two meters in many colors ... I think the time was one of the most beautiful gifts you gave me life.
remember wicker baskets full of freshly picked eggs, donuts for week Santa, the black pudding and sausages from the time of slaughter that would give me. I remember, during those years, when after work, the times that we had coffee together Ms. Lola and I in that kitchen under one roof in strings of peppers, onions, and garlic pussy, talking about our stuff. Sometimes I think that Paradise will be something like this: A hot coffee slowly taken in good company, a cozy kitchen products under the earth.
Today, ; step ahead of the home of the Garcia de Viedma, which now houses a fantastic library and a museum and an exhibition hall and do not know how many things ... I think for me will remain the "Casa Grande", the home Ms. Lola and Mr. Alexander I opened with his heart. Thanks. Thanks also to Mr. de Viedma. Thank you all for letting me share a little of his "Casa Grande."
Thanks.
Thanks.
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