Recalling the novel by Gabriel García Márquez, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', it would not cost me much to compare this town in La Cuenca, naturally bridging the gap, with that other, Macondo, where it could be summarized that life happens in a personalized succession of memories.
Getting there did not have a goal, such as reaching Ithaca, nor did it save a more complicated stumbling block, than the one that is, possibly, the best incentive that has advanced the world since the dawn of time: curiosity.
It did strike me, however, that despite its proximity to the capital Soria - that same Soria, who, comparing her to Baeza, the great poet Antonio Machado, thought it was Athens - La Cuenca is one of those lucky little towns, who shunned all commitment to the future maintains a worthy independence, which commits the romantic soul to applaud with admiration.
This is evident, above all, in the general aspect of the town, where their houses, with the exception of a few spots, follow the old construction patterns with marvelous fidelity, where the stone, carefully worked, does not clash at all with the environment, the old Celtiberian customs and roots that speak for themselves of the devotion to the land and to the ancestors.
This picturesqueness, so pleasing to the city traveler, eager to detach itself from the asphalt that suffocates him, is more than possible, moreover, that it has notably influenced stage seekers to make this mountain town, the ideal place to shoot movies, detail that the neighbors, human after all, thank and take with pride.
Although possibly not well known to the foreign public, in this place, director Roberto Lázaro shot the fiction film ‘La viga’, a work that was later awarded at the XI Goya Awards in 1997.
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