A heartstring for my longings

Christmas in Spain an almost dream-like memory by now. Rummaging through the drawer looking for my passport I come across a guitar string wrapper. My daughter picked it up for me on Christmas Day, when we went into the mountains north of Malaga to a hermitage where the people from the surrounding farms and villages were coming together to celebrate with dance and music, food and drink.

For photos of the 'Verdiales" see http://solveighgoett.blogspot.com/