Little Vlog of my fleeting visit to my little town Corobero

Since I was engaged to my husband, we began to visit a small town called "corobero", it is more of a **hamlet** with the difference that it is not inhabited by indigenous people, the **hamlets** are indigenous communities.

_{What a beauty of clouds, in the countryside you can enjoy the sky without so much distraction}

This town is located in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Just turn to the right on the road that leads to "Puerto Ayacucho" and after crossing several streets (each street is a town) we arrive at the place. It is about 3 hours and a half from my city.

_{the streets are not paved, it reminds me of Miguel Otero Silva's novel "Casas muertas", a novel set in the time of the oil rush when small towns were built anywhere}

For many, perhaps it is just a kind of ghost town with sandy streets and adobe houses, old signs and simple people. I find it fascinating.

The inhabitants make sure to keep the streets clean and the brush cut, their houses clean, always dressed in simple but clean and ironed clothes.

_{Look at the dirt road and impeccably maintained grass, personally I am very grateful to the lady who gave vids to my photo as much as her umbrella, in this place it is breezy all year round}

And although whenever we go there is a fuss to see the family, personally I really enjoy the silence and the sunsets, it's like going back in time.

_{Old Corn Warehouse}

When I was little I used to pass through towns like this on the road and wonder who lives there? Why did they choose to live so far from everything? !

Now I understand. My husband's grandparents are founders of this agricultural town. They raised their family and their life here. It has perfect logic.

This time, due to the problems with gasoline, in my country we only stayed two days, we are planning a next trip soon, for longer.

"I did not see the houses, nor did I see the ruins. I only saw the sores of men. They are collapsing like the houses, like the country in which we were born. It is not possible to bear more." Dead Houses , Miguel Otero Silva, 1955

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Pequeño Vlog de mi fugaz visita a mi pueblito Corobero

Desde que estaba comprometida con mi esposo, empezamos a visitar un pueblito llamado "corobero", es más bien un caserío con la diferencia de que no está habitado por indígenas, los caseríos son comunidades de indígenas.

_{las calles no están asfaltadas, me recuerda a la novela de Miguel Otero Silva "Casas muertas", una novela ambientada en la época de la fiebre del petróleo cuando se construían pueblito donde sea}

Para muchos quizás es solo una especie de pueblo fantasma con calles de arena y casas de adobe, letreros viejos y gente simple. A mi me parece fascinante.

Los habitantes se aseguran de mantener las calles limpias y la maleza corta, sus casas limpias, siempre vestidos con ropa sencilla pero limpia y planchada.

_{Fíjense en el camino de tierra y pasto impecablemente cuidado, en éste lugar hace brisa todo el año}

Y aunque siempre que vamos se forma un alboroto por ver a la familia, yo en lo personal disfruto mucho el silencio y los atardeceres, es como volver en el tiempo.

_{Iglesia Adventista}

De pequeña yo pasaba por pueblos así en laa carretera y me preguntaba ¿quienes viven allí?
¿Porque escogieron vivir tan lejos de todo?

Ahora lo comprendo. Los abuelos de mi esposo son fundadores de éste pueblo agrícola. Formaron su familia y su vida aquí. Tiene perfecta lógica.

Ésta vez, por los problemas con la gasolina qué hay en mi país solo nos quedamos dos días, estamos planificando un próximo viaje pronto, por más tiempo.