everything is changing
steed hat


Eight years on the coast and things are changing so fast that I no longer recognise the town we found back then. The
chirimoya orchard that became a McDonalds, the green vega that is now littered with 4 star hotels and soon 4 golf courses, a mariner and umpteen urbanizations. The new bull-ring will get under way later this year as well as the multi-cine and shopping complex. Hmmmm. Can´t wait. Perhaps this pace of change will be good for the place, but for us its a faceless, blind, short-term formula lining the pockets of the road and construction companies. Hence the motorway now approaching from the north and the west. Progress comes at a price. The capacity to see Awe and Beauty is slipping from us both.




But where to turn next our weary feet? Dare we consider up-rooting yet again? Consulting the I ching was reassuring but too vague: You are laying the groundwork - don´t despair. But I had began to see life as a repetition again, instead of a moment pregnant with possibility. I recognised I was no longer in awe. One day a trip to Granada airport awakened an interest in the Santa Fe area. It´s greener than the coast, within a short drive to the metropolis and people and places seem less like bits of cardboard. Coffee is priced sensibly and is served hot, and vests are not seen on the streets in november. People speak to us in the language of the country we are in. A move looms on the horizon.

We have decided to organise a trip around the outskirts of the city.
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