#Diada de Sant Jordi

[chloewongstudio]

feliç diada de sant jordi!!! / happy st. george’s day!!!

♥️📚🌹🐉⭐️

St. George is the patron saint of Catalonia, and the day is celebrated by exchanging books and roses with loved ones. So I made a little commemorative print!

[nonperfect]

Jordi, Jorge, George...

Jordi, Jorge, George ,era un hombre que vivió ( supuestamente) en los años 280-300.  Imagen de Freepik.es Un guerrero, que trabajaba como guardia personal del emperador romano Diocleciano .Se sabe que allá por el  303, el emperador emitió un edicto autorizando la persecución de los cristianos por todo el imperio. Jorge, que recibió órdenes de participar se negó y confesó que él también era…

[hufflepuffhabs]

Llibres i roses 🌹 ❤️ 📕

[pitchsidestories]

flowers II Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Reader

a/n: hi, this is purely fiction but we were inspired by Lucy's instagram story at Diada de Sant Jordi, we hope you guys like it. 😊

warnings: mostly fluff, it's only slightly suggestive at the end of the oneshot.

masterlist I word count: 1628

Despite the loss in the champions league half final against Chelsea on saturday, you observed that the atmosphere in the team wasn’t too bad at the start of the training, perhaps because it was Diada de Sant Jordi.

It was one of your favourite festive days of Catalonia as it concluded two of your favourite things next to football which were flowers and books. Plus you were looking forwart to spend some quality time with your two girlfriends Lucy and Ona in the evening.

“Bona Diada de Sant Jordi.”, the woman who was filming the team for social media chirmed while you all were slowly entering the pitch.

“Feliç Sant Jordi“, you wished into the camera smiling, Ona next to you waved silently with a huge grin on her face.

Right behind you two Lucy and Keira passed the media person, the English defender shouted: “Happy Jordie-Day!”

“Jordie-Day?”, Ona asked, rising an eyebrow in question.

“Jordan Nobbs Day?”, the older woman explained laughing.

“Ignore her, Oni. She knows exactly what today is about books, roses, and dragons.”, you winked at her.

“And Jordan.”, Lucy added with a childish smile.

Curiously Mariona turned her head to face you and your girlfriends properly:” Do you three lovebirds have planned something special after training?”

“No, not really, except for dinner tonight. Also, can’t believe they let me do the grocery shopping alone.”, Ona groaned.

“Hey, someone has to take Narla on a walk.”, the older English woman defended herself.

“And Mapi needs my help with book shopping.”, you added, throwing innocent looks at her.  

“Excuses!”, the youngest of the three of you replied.

“We’ll do the cooking and cleaning afterwards I promise.”, you told her in a soothing tone.

“I hope so.”, she nodded satisfied.

“Now that everyone knows what to do after training.”, Lucy begun before picking both of your pairs of football boots and running away from you.

“Lucia!”, Ona and you scolded her.

“What are you waiting for?”, the dark-haired woman questioned you giggling looking more like the little girl she once was instead of the over thirty years old person she was now.

This gave you the chance to catch up with her.  

“We got you.”, Ona cheered as the three of you tumbled to the ground laughing out loud.

“Here are your shoes, Oni.”, you said before you put your own boots on.

“Thanks.”, she muttered, still with a big smile on her lips.

Slowly Lucy got up, padding both of your backs encouragingly:” Come on, girls.”

“Coming.”, you exclaimed excitedly. The weight of the loss on your shoulders felt lighter when you three were able to laugh about silly moments like this.

Right after training, you said goodbye to your girlfriends and met up with the still injured Mapi in a bookshop. The two of you strolled through the shelves, browsing for the perfect books.

Excitedly, you picked out a book and held it up for Mapi: “Have you heard about this one?

Your teammate eyed the book curiously as she took it: “No, is it gay?“

You smirked. Typical Mapi.

You pulled another book from the shelf and handed it to her: “No, but this one is.“

It was a poetry collection by Mary Oliver which Mapi took with an uncertain look on her face.

She flipped through the pages: “Do you think Ingrid would like it?“

“Hm, wait. Here’s one about three women of a family. It’s set in Barcelona and a café plays an important part in it. I feel like that’s more an Ingrid-book, don’t you agree?“, you said as you gave her the third book.

You knew you found the perfect match when you saw Mapis eyes lit up.

She skimmed the blurb of the book and looked at you with a bright smile: “That is so Ingrid!“

“You should gift her that one.“, you suggested happily.

The defender pressed the book to her chest: “Thanks. I know why I asked you to help me with that.“

You could feel your cheeks turn red so you turned back towards the books: “You’re welcome.“

Mapi watched as you picked up the poetry collection again: “Are you getting it for your girls too?“

You nodded as you walked towards the checkout: “Yes, we love to read out loud to each other in the evenings.“

“That’s disgustingly sweet. Didn’t Lucy was into stuff like that.“, Mapi scrunched her nose.

You giggled: “Don’t tell anyone. Lucy wants to make everyone believe that she’s so tough.“

“Promise. I won’t say a word about it.“

“Thank you but Ingrid and you should try that too. It’s very relaxing.“, you suggested.

Mapi only winked at you: “We’re busy doing other stuff.“

“Oh, trust me, we do that too.“, you laughed, knowing full well that your girlfriends were insatiable.

“Oh, I bet you do.“, she smirked.

You tried to switch the topic quickly when you realized that other people might be listening: “Now that we’re done book shopping… Coffee?“

“Please. I need some caffeine!“, Mapi laughed.

“Me too.“, you agreed. But a small flower shop next to the book store caught your attention. They were selling gorgeous bouquets of roses.

“Wait here. I’ll just get those flowers.“, you told Mapi before walking into the shop and reappearing with the wrapped up bouquet just a few minutes later.

“That’s a huge bouquet.“, the defender commented, watching you carry the unwieldy package.

“It’s beautiful though, right?”, you said, looking almost as admiring at the pretty flowers like you usually did at your girlfriends.

“Very.”, Mapi admitted before she pulled you into the direction to the café, the smell of fresh coffee beans already promised a delicious coffee and a fun chat about everything and nothing.

Meanwhile, Alexia celebrated the special day with the girlfriend and the dog by walking at the Passeig de Gracia. It might have been a bit too busy for her taste, but the midfielder wanted to get her love something she only could get there. Both admired the Casa Batlló which was decorated with roses in front of them when the Barcelona player spotted someone very familiar:” Hi Narla and Lucy.”

“Hi.”, the English woman grinned, holding proudly the dog leash in one hand and in the other beautiful red flowers.

“Oh, the roses are stunning.”, Olga remarked smiling.

“I hope my girls like them too.��, Lucy responded, her cheeks turning slightly pink which didn’t get unnoticed by her club captain.

“Who thought Lucy Bronz is a romantic.”, Alexia teased the defender.

“I’m not but those two are. So, I’m delivering.”, the slightly older woman explained.

“That’s cute.”, Olga hummed.

“I know.”, Lucy laughed.

“See you, Lucia.”, the blonde said goodbye, so did her girlfriend and the English player.

Glancing at the watch around her wrist Lucy realized that was time to slowly return to her home.

Almost at the same time Ona and you arrived on your front door. The Spanish player happily exclaimed while entering the appartement:” Hi girls, you can start cooking I bought the goods.”

“Perfect., you nodded, after a moment you couldn’t hold it back any longer and added, look, I got you two those flowers.”

“Hey, get those out of here. I bought some already.”, Lucy joked.

“What, no, I got some too!”, Ona chuckled.

“Are you saying we have different bouquets of flowers now?”, you lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yes, we do.”, the youngest of you three smiled sheepishly.

“One for the kitchen, one for the living room and one to put into our bedroom.”, the English woman decided.

“Sounds like a plan.”, you agreed with her before Lucy, and you started cooking.

The dinner that followed was filled with laughter and love. Because it already was quite late you three moved your conversation into your bedroom which smelled of fresh linen and lightly of fresh cut flowers.

“Y/n, show us the book you got from shopping earlier.”, Ona demanded excitedly.

“Alright make yourself comfortable.”, you told the women you loved.

“Wait. I’ll make us tea before you start.”, the English defender got up from the bed quickly, suddenly remembering what she wanted to do to make the moments especially cozy.

“She’s so British sometimes.”, the Spanish player muttered amused.

“Honestly.”, you giggled.

Patiently you waited until Lucy returned with her tea cup in hand. She placed the hot beverage on the bedside table and made herself comfortable next to you.

Ona planted her head in your lap.

“Ready?“, you asked.

Lucy took a sip of her tea before she gave you a nod: “Ready.“

Smiling, you opened your book and started reading a few poems.

Your girlfriends listened quietly.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life.“, you read.

“Easy. Making you stop reading now so we can do other fun things.“, Lucy smirked, putting her hand across the page to keep you from continuing.

Ona sat up in excitement: “Right. We’ll continue with the poems tomorrow.“

You groaned: “You two are always so impatient. At least let me put the book away.“

Carefully you set down the book on the bedside table, next to Lucys now cold tea.

“No, time for that!“, Ona protested, pulling you back on the bed with a grin.

You raised an eyebrow: “Excuse me?“

Lucy just shrugged and slipped her hand under your shirt: “You heard her.“

“Okay, okay.“, you laughed, letting yourself relax under her touch.

“Finally.“

Ona moved closer to you, starting to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck while Lucys hands continued to move across your body. You enjoyed every movement. Your girlfriends knew how to make you feel good and you could not wait to give it back to them.

“Wild and precious life indeed.“, you sighed.

a/n: would you guys be interested in just a Luna fanfic ? <3

all pictures are from pinterest.

[talkingwoso]

Bona diada de Sant Jordi 🌹📚

[alexiasfutbol]

Bona Diada de Sant Jordi!

Especially to these hardcore Catalans, Barcelona girls and flower enthusiast couple 🌹

[deathbyoctopi]

Diada de Sant Jordi is one of the most important festivals in Catalonia! Today all towns and cities are filled with little stalls selling books and roses, and it is traditional to give to your loved ones one of each!

As the day of books and love, I want to celebrate it with you too!

🌹Bona diada de Sant Jordi!📚

[dead-dog-dip]

In Catalonia, to celebrate St. George's day (la diada de Sant Jordi), lovers exchange roses (that are said to sprout from the blood of the dragon slayed by him) and books (lots of places organise local book markets for the day). It's pretty much our St. Valentine's!

I thought that I could celebrate the day with a drawing of some girl kissers but don't know if I'll make it in time for the 23rd, so I present here the WIP:

(P.D. Beware of spoilers for Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

[donfermin]

feliç diada de sant jordi ❤️💛 here’s a rose for you 🌹

Bona diada de Sant Jordi, Bella 🥰

[schumi-nadal]

Casper Ruud, Carlos Alcaraz, Cameron Norrie, Alejandro Davidovich Fokina, Ben Shelton & Frances Tiafoe - Barcelona Open

Feliç diada de Sant Jordi 🌹

[nenee-blog]

Sant Jordi's tale - World book day

Nagi and Garou featuring the princess and the dragon from "Saint George legend" tale.

I'm Catalan, so I'm very proud that this typical Catalan fest of the rose and the book (lovers day indeed) has become international as the "World book day"

♥spread the love, spread the love for lecture♥

*** Bona diada de Sant Jordi a tothom***

nenée

23 d'abril de 2024

Garou: opm

Nagi: nenée

[42bakery]

So recently I posted Dani's contribution to Obra Social LaCaixa, which was centered around aiding kids at risk of being in economic poverty. As I said in that post, Dani wasn't the only one.

Today is La Diada de Sant Jordi (St. George Day) and it's an important day for Catalonia, and as Jorge did the reinvention of this classic, I wanted to share it with all of you.

Translation under the cut. Also be aware that there are several versions of this legend and this is a remix and adaptation to include some MotoGP terms.

I apology if anyone notices any mistake. Catalan subtitles don't completely match the Spanish audio. Plus they use outdated term and didn't use half of the subjects and complements because it's normal in Catalan (but a pain in the ass to translate).

The legend of San Jorge (Jorge is the Spanish translation of the Catalan name Jordi. And in English is George if anyone was curious) by Jorge Lorenzo.

Once upon a time, in a faraway valley, [there was] a marvellous castle where a king lived in. He was a sad man because a big dragon wanted to take his daughter: the princess.

This hungry dragon chose a beautiful maid/woman to be devoured/eaten up, and that time it was the princess' turn. The stipulated day was coming, and the dragon was ready to get down his mountain in search of the princess.

A young knight appeared through the valley, riding a horse. Despite the ground being wet, [the knight] rode quickly. After hearing the history, he rode dangerous tracks, inhospitable paths, frenzy turns. And finally, he reached/arrived at the dragon's cave door.

'Get Out/Come out, Dragon! Or are you afraid?' The dragon got out of the cave and prostrated in front of him. The young knight started to run, with his horse, around the beast. Each time quicker. And right in a slip, [the knight] stuck [the dragon] with his sword, and with only one touch/stab, he ended him.

The legend says that the dragon's blood became/turned into a big rose field. The knight picked the most beautiful one and took it to the princess, who could finally smile once again.

'What's your name?' Asked the king.

'I'm Jorge/My name is Jorge'.

[useless-catalanfacts]

According to the legend, when the knight Sant Jordi (Saint George) killed the dragon to save the princess, the dragon’s blood turned into roses as soon as it touched the floor. For this reason, every 23rd of April in Catalonia we celebrate our patron saint’s day by giving roses and books to the people we love.

[waru-chan8]

I'm sending you a rose! 🤗 i hope you had a wonderful day! feel hugged 💕

Thank you so much Mira 😍😍😍😍.

I had a wonderful day yesterday and today, thanks. I hope you also had a wonderful day.

I definitely feel hugged, thank you so much

[lkluvsu]

hi my luvs ☺️ feliç diada de sant jordi!! here is a rose for you 🌹

cutie pieeee bet i’ll be on ur page in a sec 😽