Devotees (or the merely curious, like us), head for the Hacienda’s chapel to see the visiting Virgin, and the Christ statue.
Another year, another Romeria de Torrijos in the village where we live. For weeks beforehand, the horses and oxen are trained and prepared in the fields around our house, carriages practise-driven, carretas decorated in brightly coloured tissue paper, and of course flamenca dresses and accessories sought out, examined and donned.
This year was perfect weather – blue skies, but not too hot. We missed the procession of ox-carts due to a prior social engagement, but stayed later to make up for it. I’m always intrigued by the chapel of the Hacienda de Torrijos, the Arab-era estate where the romeria takes place.
An image of Jesus was supposedly discovered 400 years ago by a hen pecking near the chapel wall, a dubious event related in a tiled niche. But enough to convince the faithful/supersitious/gullible (delete as appropriate) creyentes, who leave small silver offerings – arms, legs, cows, horses – to ask the Son of God to cure their, and their livestock’s, ailments – as well as messages of thanks.
I will leave the rest of the photos (and captions) to speak for themselves. Hasta la proxima!
Clapping and singing, as men play the guitar. Romerias are about friendship, feasting and flamencas.
A tableau of romeros enjoying their lunch, with the Hacienda de Torrijos behind them.
This way you can’t lose your glass when you move around visiting groups of friends, while at the same time displaying your football allegiance.
Horsemanship starts young in Valencina, and obviously he has to look the part, in his beautiful traje corto and Cordobes hat.
When my daughter lost her new helium balloon (dalmatian with turqoise collar) to gravity, only candy floss could cushion such a terrible blow. My son’s bubble gun was more grounded, thankfully.
I love the way the sunlight falls on these horses’ arses (so to speak).
A horse-drawn cart kicks up dust crossing a field.
My daughter Lola poses with some romeros – pilgrims (the medieval overtones make that word sound so wrong in English).
This hibiscus-style flower is the new fashion for flamenca hair accessories.
Entrance through the left arch, exit on the right – the chapel of Hacienda de Torrijos
Huge exotic seashell looks incongruous against the azulejos of the chapel entrance.
Little silver ofrendas to give thanks to Cristo de Torrijos for curing limbs and extremities.
The story of how the image of Cristo de Torrijos was found insde this very wall – by a hen!