Metal chairs clustered in the shadows in tight groups spill out of every bar where people gather, to meet, talk, share and pass the time until the evening winds that have risen from the Atlantic blow inland bringing a welcome freshness sweping across the land.
We have chosen the casino, a haunt for old men to meet and connect over yet another frosty “caña” sharing stories of long days working the fields. For those that care for the land, the days begin before the sun rises and end with the call to lunch in the mid afternoon. A welcome retreat from from the salty toil and blazing sun awaits them inside the cool shadows and thick stone walls of the village.
light and shadow silently trace the hours beneath an open sky