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emvisual · 1 year

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Las puertas de Gijón.

#door #puerta #gijon #xixon #asturias #asturies

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chiisanakurisu · 5 months

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Amagüestu

Hi y'all, it's been a while since I last shared anything of my writings, so there is a fragment of the current story I'm working on, which was submitted to @gigagendergt's Gt Autumn writing contest 😊

CW: slight mention of death, mentions of natural disasters, indirect mention of transphobia

“You know, I’ve thought about organizing a little Amagüestu party, just for the four of us.”

It was an unusually warm October evening. I was in the porch, chatting with Carmina while Tommy played with Sophie by the vegetables garden.

“Amagüestu?”

“You know, roasted chestnuts, sweet cider…”

“I know what Amagüestu is!” I replied, slightly annoyed, “It’s just…I don’t think it’s the best idea right now, Carmina”.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well…I don’t think it’s the moment to celebrate anything, the way things are. After what happened and how we have been struggling…I don’t see a reason why it would be appropriate”.

The old woman chuckled. “Fía, the only reason we need to celebrate is us. We are here, and we are together. And precisely because of the way things are we need it. Don’t you think we all have earned a bit of joy?” Carmina signalled subtly at the two kids playing a few meters away.

I glanced at them, and my heart instantly felt warmer. A chubby teenager boy, holding a child no bigger than his palm and wrestling her with his other hand ever so gently. If it weren’t for the abyssal size difference, anyone would have thought they were siblings. And truth was, Tommy had turned out to be like an older brother for littlest Sophie.

Even if I wasn’t in the mood for a party, I had to admit Carmina was right; this place and getting to be part of this makeshift family had been a true blessing. After losing my home and having to be relocated, Carmina had been the first in the village to offer me her house to stay and practically took me under her wing. A few days later I would meet Sophie, a child whose very existence was already a miracle. Despite not being more than nine centimeters tall, she managed to fill the room with her inner light. The beginnings had been a bit rough, but we quickly became fond of each other and now life without her was unthinkable. And as for Tommy… the beginnings had been rough too, and unorthodox to say the least. But he had proven to be a reliable kid who too had wanted to protect Sophie since their first meeting, and they adored each other.

A mentally ill woman from the city, a small-town old lady, a tiny little girl and a runaway trans teenager. What a group. Not bad for being in the middle of nowhere after the collapse of civilization.

“Alright, I’m in” I replied with a smile. “I really hope there are enough chestnuts and apples to do this…I heard harvest wasn’t good this year” I added, a bit concerned.

Carmina smiled too. “Then we’ll all have canned peaches, and it will still be good.”

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A few days later, I was picking chestnuts from a large bag with the help of Sophie, who Carmina had instructed to only get “the finest ones”. The young girl was doing her job diligently, almost yelling at me every time she would find the tiniest defect I hadn’t been able to notice. I was an endearing sight, although of course I took her orders as seriously as she deserved.

Once we were done, I set aside the basket with the selected chestnuts and allowed myself to stretch my arms.

“Will you make frixuelos for the party, Curuxa?” asked Sophie, sitting with her back against the wicker basket.

I chuckled. “Don’t you think it’ll be too much food?”

“I bet there won’t be a single one to spare, no matter how many you make!” replied the girl enthusiastically.

“Okay, okay”, I conceded, “if I have flour left after I’m done with the apple pie I’ll make some, promise.”

Sophie beamed up in response. I wasn’t exactly an expert in getting the dessert right, but I guess she just loved too much the anise flavored crepes sprinkled with sugar.

I set my hand palm up next to the girl, offering her a ride to the kitchen. “Come on. You can help me knead the dough, but only after you’ve washed your hands.”

Sophie didn’t think twice before hopping onto my hand.

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I made my way to the porch, holding a freshly made apple pie with both hands and the basket with the chestnuts hanging from my bent arm. Sophie, as usual, was in my shirt chest pocket, peering out in excitement.

We saw Carmina and Tommy already there, a few bottles with sweet cider on the table. Carmina was setting the table while Tommy carried the grill. I smiled fondly, remembering the older woman assigning tasks and deciding Tommy would help her carrying the heavier stuff since she would need “the strength of a young man”. The boy had blushed slightly at the validating comment, and then accepted the assigned task with a smile.

Once it was all set and with the scent of roasting chestnuts filling the air, we were ready to start.

It was a delightful evening. Four people who couldn’t be more different sitting at the same table, laughing and enjoying a simple, yet delicious meal. The three humans couldn’t help glancing adoringly at the tiny girl sitting on the table by my side, totally unbothered by the giants surrounding her and happily digging into a chestnut that was bigger than her head. I was so happy that she was feeling so safe and confident around us.

“You were so right about the frixuelos, Sophie” I commented amusedly, “they didn’t last more than what, half an hour?”

“Told you so!” replied the child, and we all chuckled.

The sun had just set, and so our little party was over. There barely were leftovers, aside from some spare chestnuts. Carmina took them and solemnly threw them to the ground. “This is for the deceased to eat” she declared ceremoniously. Nor Tommy or I knew of the ritual, but we both nodded in respect. Sophie did seem to know though, as she stared longingly at the nuts on the grass covered ground. I cupped my hand around the child in a supportive gesture, and she leaned into it. No more words were needed; wherever her mom was, she would be safe and loved.

It was a good thing we had managed to find each other in these troubled times.

#giant/tiny #borrowers #g/t writing #folklore #asturies

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grandboute · 11 months

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Festival interceltique de Lorient 2023 - du 4 au 13 août

5e édition - Année de l'Irlande

C'est dans 3 mois !!...

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 7 months

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#personal #home #asturies #Spotify

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beni75 · 2 months

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Somiedo

Desconozco autoría de las imágenes

#photography #asturies #spain #world

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flowersforgrantaire · 11 months

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Decidíu, voi entamar a escribir fanfiction n'asturianu. Creyo que nun se fai eso dende que Pidal copió-y la Xudit a Villar.

#cosiquines #asturianu #asturies #llingua #oficialidá

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dabid-motozalea · 10 months

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Gijón. Asturias

#los drones no rebotan #pic of the day #asturies #gijon

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victormap · 1 year

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Ana Ozores de paseo por Vetusta

#asturias #asturies #oviedo

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thibautfleuretonline · 1 year

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Seul (Oviedo, Espagne)

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gunelle · 9 months

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Ruta del río Infierno (Piloña-Caso

#photography #paisajes #asturies #spain #world

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damarcarsblog · 1 year

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Serás TRICAMPEÓN

#fernando alonso #youtube #charlotte casiraghi #taylor swift #letizia ortiz #infanta sofia #leonor de borbon #felipe vi #infanta leonor #aston martin racing #asturies #españa #fia #europe

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emvisual · 8 months

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Fiestas de Cimavilla, 1956. Una foto de Pedro Alonso Rebollar. Muséu Pueblu d’Asturies.

#asturias #asturies #gijon #xixon #cimavilla #cimadevilla #1956 #fiestas #holidays #museu pueblu d'asturies #pedro alonso rebollar

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fjavierpt · 1 year

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Asturias, España, 2023. Asturias is always so kind to me... 😁

#asturias #asturies #españa #spain #llanes #cudillero #cuideiru #nature #paradise #beautiful

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pizzicatox · 2 years

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#arenaldemoris #caravia #asturias #asturies #paraisonatural #spain #summer #sea #verano #cantabrico #mar #marcantabrico #espagne #españa #asturiasgram #surf #beachday #beach #beachlife #playa #traveler #travelingram #travel #travelphotography #diadeplaya (en Playa Arenal de Morís) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgXdfvDNpm-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=