The day started in a dramatic way... The weather, I mean. Finally, I am having a day off, so the plan was to spend it outdoors, in Teulada and Moraira, and surrounding towns. We left our son early in the morning at a whole day-long orchestra project (it started yesterday) where they work on several pieces and tomorrow, the final day, there will be a concert too.
Happy, free parents! I checked the camera and it showed the battery was full.
I was almost like the statue you see here, at our starting point of the excursion... A representation of myself asking why I have to be that foolish sometimes. Or maybe he was just asking the skies why the day was not sunny!
Let's get a few steps closer to him. Is he in a struggle, in pain?
The hands of Giant of Salt show tragedy and sorrow but also hope.
On the board where I saw what his name was (Giant of Salt), I read that this work of art carries the message of celebration of life!
Again and again we are reborn. We are not born just from our mother鈥檚 womb. Rebirth is necessary time and time again always, in every place and in every moment. Again and again.
Tatsumi Hijikata.
I think it is a very powerful message and could be labelled in my post as another life lesson. But we leave behind now this work of art and go toward the Castle of Moraira, which is quite inconsiderable compared to other, huge castles. Also, it was one of the last photos the camera wanted to take. We continue with phone photos.
In this pretty small town, the Castle is one of the main attractions. It was built in the 18th century for defence (from pirates and Berber attacks) and surveillance purposes.
The walls of it are around 10 meters high, made of stone. If you observed it from the sea, you would see that it has a semicircular facade. In its northern part, what we can approach, there is just one door. How cool would be to see its interior!
From a board that was in front of the entrance, I learned that the building is now used for a permanent exhibition of the watchtowers. Unfortunately, it was closed at the time we were there.
We didn't stay for a long time in that area anyway as the wind was so strong and the sea was rough. I felt salty water drops on my lips and face; the combination of the strong wind and those waves reminded me of a salt mine we visited last year. Do you know which one?
It is easy, just look at the bag I had with me today. I bought it at that place, in Poland when we went to meet other Hivers. I am so happy with my purchase, right now it is my favourite cloth bag.
From here, we took staircases to climb to a promenade and see the marina of Moraira.
I guess pirate ships would not be seen here so our little stroll, going away from the sea and wind continued in the narrow streets of Moraira. I loved the colourful little flags hanging in front of one shop.
We met no one on the streets... just one mural (a butterfly or a flower?) and a few statues. A fisherman's family and a person with a dog.
Look how interesting are the benches. Under the stone panel, there are plenty of metal fish that serve as legs to the bench.
After finding a little church (you know that I always like to find a church in a place we visit) it was time to make new plans. Continue to other towns or find shelter from the weather...?
The palm trees indicated that it was better to go home, as the wind had no intentions to calm down. We reached the parked car and the rain started. Was it another life lesson - always observe the leaves of the palm trees? 馃槀
