My Home Town, by Sarah Webb, Pollença, Mallorca, Spain
Enchanting & magical….. Roman cobbled streets entwined with history of many lives past and present. As you turn the corners you can feel the sparkle of life being lived and lives long gone…
Chattering children, clattering bikes, old men chewing the fat. A village square, the Plaça – The magnificent church of Our Angels protecting the inhabitants of such a charming and cosmopolitan village.
Set back 7 km from the Mediterranean sea this traditional Roman village seeps charm and charisma from every brick, from every cobble stone. People come, expecting little yet experiencing everything. They stop for a refreshment in one of the squares eateries and find themselves absorbed for hours, months or even years in the activities of the square and the people who pass through or just being whisked away into the land of Dreams… A land where Dreams can come True.
Be careful what you ask for… they say here, for the energies are potent and powerful. Even a thought can manifest at a moments notice, at the blink of an eye at the drop of a coin.. All sorts of magic can occur. For those who stay respect the mystery and magic of such a small, yet powerful place. Where young and old intermingle, where death and birth rub backs – with the sound of the church bells. A death today, tomorrow a birth – the cycle of Life so closely intertwined.
I should like to invite you further into my Home Town, into my realm – if you dare.. for you may not leave… you too, like me, may get enchanted, bewitched, bewildered and beguiled…..
TO BE CONTINUED – (if you dare…)
