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[therapy-recycle-and-exorcise]

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[madrigaljail]

Me: I should write that essay sort of going over José's character as a sort of encyclopedia entry so he'll make sense to people.

Also me, apparently:

Hi my name is José Enrique Francisco Guzmán and I have short dark auburn hair (I got that from my mother) with some gray coming in and shaggy ends that reaches past my ears and light brown eyes like pieces of amber and a lot of people tell me I look a little like Keanu Reeves (AN: if u don’t know who he is that makes COMPLETE SENSE because he hasn’t been born yet). I’m not related to that other OC named José Guzmán and that’s fine because otherwise it’d be weird. I’m very Catholic and hang out at church a lot but I’m gay. I have medium tan skin, I’m also a rich kid who lives in a magical town called the Encanto in Colombia, I’ve been here most of my life (I’m twenty). I’m a prep (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly earth tones. My mom loves Senora Cordoba’s shop and buys all my clothes there. For example today I am wearing a red guayabera with matching embroidered details and brown linen trousers, no socks, and a pair of leather loafers. I am wearing a rosary, a subtle cologne, and an air of insecure superiority. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun which meant Pepa was pissed off about something. I  stared at Bruno Madrigal. He put his middle finger up at me.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

All about Family

Note: So this is a bit of a craxy departure where I imagined that Alonso and Valentina had a brief break where he got a sirenea pregnant thus when they got back together, Val became a step-mom as well as future queen of Paraiso and Cordoba. I know, drama! So yeah, here’s a little fic exploring the family dynamics plus sirenea-royals friendship. 

“Oooh doesn’t this look nice, Valentina?” Marisa gushed, nudging the pink-dressed princess behind her who was staring past the racks of colorful scarves with more distressing things on her mind. 

“Wha-yes, beautiful,” Valentina murmured as needed, but her head wasn’t there. No, it was with a stubborn prince who she left sputtering, slamming the door in his face when she left for a girl’s night.

“Come on, Shining Light,” Marisa groaned, pulling her away from the stand of dyed scarves to a shop of Venetian blown glass. The coldness of the shop distracted her momentarily, pulling her shawl closer to her as the wind’s wavy gust could be felt through her clothes. 

The items themselves were gorgeous in an array of liqued amber and fiery reds, arranged in amazing shapes and chandeliers. Together with the way the light of the candles hit them made Valentina feel like she was in a kaleidoscope. 

One particular piece caught her eye. A lamp in the shape of a rose pink swan, mottled that it hardly looked like glass. 

It was no sword but Peri might like it especially as the color was so reminiscent of his name. 

But Cyan might like this sort of thing more though, he did enjoy luxurious items of beauty, and Valentina did enjoy showering her future children with gifts. 

But the thought drew her up short. 

Future sons. . . not in Alonso’s view. 

Sure, he made lovely speeches and heartfelt confessions of how glad he was to fall in love with her, have her join his family, that he could imagine no better of a mother to his kids, to comfort and to have fun with, he apparently drew a line when it came to co-parenting. 

Like tonight. 

The boys were heading abroad for the summer. While Peri was going to join Elena, Naomi and their family for a diplomacy tour, Cyan wanted to go on a different tour. He and his friends were planning a trip around the Everrealm with no parental supervision. Just a group of four kids getting into whatever adventures their travels would take them. Valentina had some reservations, but thought it would be a fun summer for Cyan. He and his friends getting to flex their horizons now that sireneas were no longer considered a threat. They would learn how to handle finances and itineraries by themselves, and of course, it would be exposed to learn new cultures. 

But Alonso was adamant against it. He said it was inappropriate, unsafe, along with a host of reasons why Cyan could not possibly go. Valentina knew how protective Alonso was when it came to his sons and while he warmed up to Peri joining the sirenea guard under Daria (mainly because he wasn’t going to be able to stop him anyway), it still came up in certain situations like now. 

Valentina saw that was the main reason for his refusal and when she gently took him aside to point that out and to reconsider, he said she wasn’t their mother. She hadn’t officially adopted them, and so please, let him handle it. She didn’t need to take their side to get them to favor her. This was important decision, not a day-trip. 

The boys already loved her, she didn’t need to take their side! 

It made her blood boil. They were supposed to be equals! They were going to be co-parents! He could not dismiss her as not knowing how to raise them, she’d been helping him for the past three years! 

And that she was only taking Cyan’s side so he would like her? Ridiculous! As if she didn’t have her own opinions on things, and what’s more, that he expected her to blindly agree to him! 

She was right, he was wrong, and he was too bull-headed to admit that. 

She was too glad that she and Marisa had already arranged this girl’s night tonight. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand staying in the same quarters as him with how angry she was. 

But still their argument dragged down her thoughts. She couldn’t even enjoy watching Marisa do her usual shopping routine where she’d exclaim over the goods or she’d walk through the store, pointing at items with a nonchalant “Mine! I have to have this! It’s so pretty!” while a poor personal assistant walked behind trying to decipher whether she was serious about her purchases or not. 

Amazing that even after all these years visiting the surface that she was still fascinated by such mundane things like fork.

Marisa sensed her mood too because she sidled up to her and said, “Val, this is a girl’s night, remember the first rule?”

“Um, what happens at girl’s night stays there,” Valentina weakly joked. It had all started after Marisa tried to gather all the royals in weakly meet-ups which proved difficult with their differing schedules and royal responsibilities. 

However, with the close borders between Nueva Vista and Paraiso allowed for Valentina a chance to accept Marisa’s overtures for shopping. How could she resist shopping!?

And so it became their monthly girl’s night if neither were too busy. The choice not to talk about the details of their girl’s night came from the time 

“Yes, aaaand girl’s night is about the important things like shopping. Not about your love life. So whatever spat you and Alonso had, it will be resolved as it always is because you two always work out and love each other. Tonight is about shopping!” 

“I’m sorry,” Valentina apologized sincerely, “But what Alonso said tonight was completely out of line! It’s just so in-” 

“Not in public,” Marisa interrupted, pulling Val’s wrist out the door to the next store into the dressing room, shutting the door in the poor personal assistant’s face. 

“Okay, what did he do?” Marisa crossed her arms and raised a sardonic eyebrow. 

Valentina spilled the whole scene, finally able to rant with her full anger that she hadn’t been able to befire because she hadn’t wanted the girls to overhearher calling their father a “ridiculous, self-important, disrespectful, pompous, hypocritical prat!” 

Once Valentina finished, Marisa looked unnecessarily bored by all this eve though Valentina was telling her something important. The sirenea looked up from her nails, “Calm yet? That’s good. You can do your apology and make-up when you get back. Now I was thinking we can go to the-” 

Now Valentina grabbed Marisa’s arm before she could leave. “Woah, you expect me to apologize to him? Were you not listening to a single word I said? He was wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! He should be apologizing to me when I return!” 

“Oh Alonso obviously didn’t mean any of that. He was just touchy because you stepped all overhis toes in parenting.” 

“I know he argued with me because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong and overprotective and I was right. But  I still don’t see why that garners an apology from me,” Valentina huffed. 

“Wow, you still don’t see it? Okay, we all know Alonso can be stubborn and defensive when he is wrong. And parenting especially because he loves those girls and he doesn’t want to mess up. He really doesn’t want to mess up because.. . well you know how sometimes people will imply he’ll ruin them because he was so lazy when he was a teenager and all that nonsense. But you know, Alonso. He won’t admit but he believes a little of it. Maybe the girls should be raised by someone more responsible and not him. And you, you’re smart and strong and good.. . .” 

“And he feels that I would make a better parent than him too.” Valentina finished, feeling the familiar pang of sorrow that came when she thought of Alonso’s deep insecurities that he only divulged to her at night with the darkness hiding his usually smiling face. “That’s not true at all!”

She wished there was some sort of spell she could use so that Alonso could see he was good enough, that he has grown so much and changed. All of his work, learning and evolving to be more responsible, it meant something. He would be a good leader, and a good parent and more. But he didn’t see it. 

And she knew he had doubts with her. That she was better than him in leading which was sometimes sexist but also from his inner doubts. Although she told him, and probably showed him many times that she had the same flaws as him, vanity and stubbornness. There was no need for a pedestal. They were a relationship of equals.

“You don’t need to apologize to him, really. But maybe, just remind him.” Marisa suggested.

“Yes,” Valentina nodded but a new thought had taken place of the old. A nagging insecure thought that slipped without meaning to. 

“You do think that’s all right? It’s just his insecurities, not like an actual feeling he had about me being the mom. . . right?” 

Marisa inhaled deeply with a soft smile, “Alonso loves you. I’ve never seen him so happy. You brought new light to his life outside of himself. Of course, he trusts you with his girls. He wouldn’t marry you otherwise.” 

Just the soft reminder brought back a memory from years ago when she and Alonso had first reconnected and she was still trying to adjust to their schedule of the boys staying in the palace during the week and returning to their mother on the weekends. All the while viewing her as just a third person, the girlfriend who tried too hard. 

“I hate you! I wish anyone else was my step-mother! You’re the worst!” Peri had yelled, stomping up the royal staircase to his room as Valentina watched on helplessly.

Valentina sank onto the stairs, head in hands. It would have felt better if Rosie slapped her. At least she could put on ice pack on the pain. This was an emotional blow.

Her step-son hated her.

How could Peri not see she was only forbiddeing him from adventuring to Cariza was for her own protection? Was he actually doing a terrible job if Peri could not comprehend that? What would prevent him from disobeying Valentina’s rules now? What would-

“Mi luz, don’t listen to her,” A familiar, suave voice came to sit beside her, hugging her close to his side.

“But he said he hates me! He wants someone else to mother him and all I’m trying to do is protect him,” Valentina mumbled into his bolero jacket, rubbing the tears that had gathered in her eyes.

“He’s a teenager. He’s just being dramatic. He’ll get over it and realize you’re right,” Alonso said.

“Speaking from experience as a former dramatic teenger?” Valentina managed to joke.

“Sure,” Alonso let the comment slide.

“Do-do you really think so?”

Alonso cut to the heart of the matter, “You’re an amazing mother, Val and you’re doing a great job. Cyan and Peri have learned so much from your discipline, your spirit, all the best of you and you’ve raised them so well to become as capable and fulfilled in following their dreams. And they love you. Peri told me a dozen times how he wants to be exactly like you when he’s older. Cyan. . he doesn’t say it, but I’ve seen how he looks at you and tries to copy your confidence. They’re lucky to have you. Just as I am.”

“Thank you, mi amor,” Valentina kissed him.

It brought a silly affectionate to her face even now, and renewed energy.

“You’re right,” Valentina breathed in, clearing her mind of the doubts and residue anger. Her relationship with Alonso was one of equals. Tonight was a bump in the road with old insecurities and doubting feelings. 

But not for long. 

“I’ll have to take a raincheck, Marisa. I have to go tell him all this,” Valentina decided and went out of the store.

“Now? But girls night!” 

Valentina ran out, thankful the mercado was close to the palace that she wouldn’t have to spend money on a carriage ride. Just a quick run and some leviosas and she was back in Alonso’s guest quarters.

And Alonso was just where she left him in the dining hall. Though he looked less indignant and enraged than before. He hardly noticed her opening the door, so engaged he was with some charter he was reading over as he chewed pork a . 

“Hello there, querida,” Valentina announced herself, trying to hide a smile when Alonso nearly fell over in surprise. 

“Val-Valentina!” He gathered her in his arms, relief all too evident in his voice, “I’m so sorry. I was- I was being a prat. I shouldn’t have said that you were only agreeing with Cyan so he’d like you. I shouldn’t have said that you shouldn’t have a say because they’re not officially yours yet. That was-” 

“Stupid. I know it was. I-” 

“You’re their mother in all the ways it counts,” Alonso insisted, his eyes though bright now that was back, but the grim set of his mouth showed how much he had been beating himself up for his words. 

“Thanks for saying that. And I’m sorry too. I’m sorry if I made you feel that-that it felt like I was implying that your choice was wrong and that made you a bad father. I never want to make you feel that way. Especially because I think you’re an amazing dad. You’ve done so much for the boys when you didn’t have to. You’ve stepped up and you’re their dad in all the important ways too. You care.” 

Alonso hugged her tightly and Valentina returned the favor, gripping him just as hard as she inhaled his lovely scent of cologne and the rose bath soap she had given him, enjoying the feel of the taunt strong back. 

They pulled back to look each other in the eyes, “I guess I let my pride run away with me.”

Valentina couldn’t help but smile brightly at his sheepish, embarrassed tone, “I think I got carried away too when you said I shouldn’t be on Cyan's side so he’d like me, as if it weren’t for that, I would have agreed with you. Ha!” 

“I’m well-aware that you would never automatically agree to whatever I say,” Alonso smirked. 

“We’ve gotten better.” Valentina said, pecking him on the lips. 

But th epic turned deeper, sweeter as they got back on the same wavelength in more ways than one. And probably would have continued if it weren’t for a certain giggle from a teenager. 

They broke apart, "Cyan, are you eavesdropping?” 

The shadow that could be seen from under the door, froze, clearly debating what his choices were before he reluctantly poked his head in with a cheeky smile so like his father, “Does this mean I can go on the trip this summer?” 

Alonso heaved a big sigh, and looked at Valentina. Valentina smiled but kept a cool poker face to keep her in suspense. 

“Your father and I will have to talk about it after we discuss more about our parenting duties. But. . . I think it might happen.” 

“Yes!” Cyan fist-pumped, calling out to the hallway, “Peri, they said yes! You don’t have to debate Dad for me!” 

He almost tackled them into a bear hug, thanks to the muscles he gained from swimming every moring. Peri joined the hug from the other side in a loving crush. 

Valentina leaned her head into the crook of Alonso’s neck and discreetly kissed her on the temple as they returned to the hug. 

Oh yes, they were going to be fine. 

[carletes]

Okay now you’ve been I need to know what I have to see when I go to Seville in just over a week. I haven’t booked much just the alcazar and a flamenco show.

DONT CLIMB THE FUCKING TOWER it isn’t worth it. Other than that yeah the alcazar and the flamenco show 100000% amazing. Plan to spend a couple of hours at the real alcazar, it’s so much bigger than we thought. For sure take the train to cordoba too, it’s AMAZING and only half an hour away. Triana was beautiful, especially the bridge over the Guadalquivir, and definitely go to the Mercado and if you can, the cooking class is a lot of fun!! Generally the Jewish quarter, of course. If you are a church girlie there’s plenty to see but weeeeeee were kinda over it. It’s all fairly walkable :) lots of lovely vintage shops peppered about, especially on Calle Feria and the general Tetuán/Sierpes area as well. You’ll walk….so much. Just be prepared for that lmao. There IS a tram but you’ll probably use the bus more, if at all (very reliable and convenient). Honestly we had very loose goals and mostly just walked and snacked and drank cold drinks. It’ll be hotter when you get here so make sure you’re hydrated and sunscreened.

[aragarna]

Hi! Can you answer 🙋‍♀️ for the ask game?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Very few but yes! Mostly people I've met through fandoms and who then became real life friends, like the friend I was just on vacations with. We met through the White Collar fandom, stayed in touch, and now go on vacations together every once in a while. :-)

Which can lead to funny discussions...

Hey look, the breakfast waiter has an earpiece, like John Reese. Oh no, are we in danger? They got our numbers? And we've been hoping from city to city all week. "Mr. Reese, Are you still in Sevilla? I'm afraid our numbers are in Cordoba". The little blue dot on Google Maps keeps wandering off LOL, oh look, it's going West, oh going around, ah it found us. No wonder Reese keeps losing us. "Mr. Reese, they're near the Mesquita, ah my bad, they're in the Juderia. They just entered a gift shop." "Again?!" And we kept walking from one end, finding an exit on the other side, finding ourselves in a different street. "Finch the gift shop is empty." "They're on the other side of the medina." "How are they doing that?" XD

(Persona de Interés totally writes itself LOL)

Also a year ago, during Christmas vacations at my parents', my mom asked why I was doing on my laptop, and she could clearly see it was a text document, so I did explain to her the concept of fanfictions. So I guess my mom knows, though I'm not completely sure she remembers it now. And I probably mentioned it in passing to my two old high school friends, but same, I'm not sure how much it registered to them, as it's not something they seem really interested in.

Thank you for asking :-)

[hcax]

☼☾ ( maia reficco , 21 , she/her , ciswoman , cailleach, cordoba family youngest daughter ) - have you seen Josephine Cordoba?  they’ve been living in afon vale for 21 years and they really think they’re safe. people say that they’re loyal but i heard they’re cunning. you can usually find them working as a florist at smillow flower shop. they’ve tried hard to keep that they used necro calling and puppeting before and still does buried but the truth always comes out. a few things that remind me of them are ... freshly made coffee, a brand new sweater feeling warm yet itchy, having a picnic with friends in a spring afternoon, going to the beach in a calm winter day just to watch the dark sea.

basics

full name: Josephine Cordoba.

nickname/alias: Joss.

gender: Female.

sexuality: Bisexual with no preferences.

age, birthday and star sign: 21, July 13th, Cancer.

occupation: Florist.

song: to be added.

appearance

faceclaim: Maia Reficco.

height: 5'3.

eyecolor: Brown.

haircolor: Dark brown.

tattoos/scars/key features: faded cordoba family mark.

personality

positive traits: Friendly, loyal and thoughtful.

negative traits: Cunning, indecisive and resentful.

other

species: cailleach

pets: june (cat)

background

as a kid, Josephine always felt left out and as if she didn't have a place anywhere. her best friends were her siblings and maybe she had one or two friends at school. she spent the majority of her time at recess with her brothers or with her teachers in the classroom chatting and "helping out". The comfort her teachers gave her later on made her want to become a teacher herself to offer that comfort to other's.

when she reached the age of 10, she made a friend that died of unknown causes a few years later when they were about 13. when Josephine turned 15 she felt lonely enough to decide to use necro calling and try reaching out to her friend. Josephine's mother found out and they had a big argument that led to their relationship being even more estranged than it already was.

that same year Joss started to have part times jobs, the main one being tutoring lessons and the other being bartending at a cafe near her house. when she turned 18 she started working at the flower shop her deceased best friends parent's owned, while also majoring in education.

Joss has had used puppeting before. one night coming back home from work a guy tried to rob her and it just kicked in as an instinct to puppet him away, which worked.

after those couple's experiences using so-called banned spells, she stopped being so afraid of using them and has used them or considered doing so way more constantly. never doing so in front of her mother or family in general though.

even though Joss and her mother weren't close, her mother always looked out for her in her own way and also made Joss this huge standard to fulfill regarding her abilities and education.

currently Joss is in her last year of college and lives in a cozy apartment with her best friend and roomate.

[chaletnz]

Ometepe Island: Tamales for Dinner

Georgi and I had carefully planned our time out so we could refill the bikes with gas and make it to the meeting point to give them back before the rest of the group arrived. All was going to plan, we filled them up with 100 cordobas in each tank and then drove through the forest to the exact point on the map that we had been told. It was very rural. The shack opposite where we stopped looked like it probably had no power or running water. The family sat outside staring at us, their chickens running around wildly behind their barbed wire fence - I joked that this would be the chicken we were eating for dinner and they'd make us catch and kill it. We waited and 10 minutes after the designated 3pm meeting time, the bike guys showed up to take them back. We were reluctant to let them take them as we were worried the group wouldn't come for us as then we'd be stranded but the main guy who could speak English took us on the back of them to a landmark down the road where he let me use his phone to call Dennis. The group was running late as per usual but directed us out to a treehouse where they picked us up and we got our deposit back. The guy tried to argue with us that we hadn't put enough gas in the bike so I argued that this bike had been replaced because one was broken and it had arrived with a half empty tank. I told him we put 100 cordobas in both bikes and showed him the receipt from the gas station. With all eyes on him, he gave us the deposit money back and then left us to go to our dinner. He'd ripped us off already for $20 because when Emily bailed she left the helmet at the hotel so he decided he was keeping $20. Later Emily made sure she brought the helmet with us only to abandon it later just so that slimy guy wouldn't end up getting it back!

We drove down the road (quite far away from where they'd told us to meet them) and arrived at Casa de Vicky. She introduced herself, her home and her ingredients for our dinner. We were each given some banana leaves and then could go about creating our own little tamale with a corn base, meat, vegetables, and a sprig of mint. They were wrapped up tightly and secured with dried banana skin rope. Each of us attached a colour ribbon to tell them apart and they were left to boil for an hour or two. Usually they'd cook for 48 hours but Vicky had precooked the ingredients so we could eat them quicker! While the tamales boiled we were taken to Punta Jesus Maria to walk around on the beach and watch the sunset. The fishermen were dragging in their nets to fill baskets upon baskets of fresh fish, presumably to cook up or sell the next day at market somewhere. Georgi and I were super hot and sweaty from our ride and wait in the humid forest for everyone to show up so we went for a quick dip in the lake! It was a nice cool off, but the sand was sticky and I didn't have flip flops so ended up a mess. We took photos of the sunset around the volcano and the lake and then finally headed back to Vicky's for our hotly anticipated tamales served up with bread and fresh coffee. They were absolutely delicious, so much better than the pupusas in El Salvador! We all could've easily eaten two or three tamales each but made do with what we had and then convinced Horacio and Dennis to take us for ice cream in Moyogalpa afterwards. They found a broken freezer with melted ice creams which some of the group bought but the rest of us headed down the street to the ice cream shop I'd seen earlier today. I was first in and ordered a double scoop of caramel and coconut for 40 cordobas (about $1.20) and the rest of the group followed suit. We rode back to our little chalets for a shower and bed, ready to wake up early again tomorrow for the ride to San Juan del Sur.

[cahouser]

Rodrigo's guadalajara notes:

1. Today let's have a taco night caminar por la colonial chapalita y comer una nieve raspada

2. Lunes Sep 23 por la noche vamos a San Nicolas de Bari, fuera de ese templo se llena de comida local y antojitos mexicanos. Vas a encantar el lugar

3. Martes Sep 24. Es el famoso "Martes de glamour de las luchas" Lucha libre night

4. Miercoles Sep 25 We can have a Fancy dinner (Sea food) in Plaza andares after the Chamber of commerce event.

5. Jueves Sep 26 We can walk thought Avenida chapultepec at night, Estará lleno diferentes generos musicales y diferentes estilos de comida. Tambien podremos degustar un buen tequila y pruebes el pulque.

6. Viernes Sep 27: We can go to the center of the city from the afternoon. Eat in a good place with a good view. Caminar al lado de lugares que te van a encantar de la ciudad y terminar en la cantina mas tradicional del estado "Las fuentes" at night

7. Sabado sep 28: We have the tequila tour and go to a soccer game at night.

8. Domingo sep 29: We can go to Chapala la cual es una pequeña ciudad cerca de Guadalajara donde puedes gozra de un buen clima, caminar por el malecon y comer muy bien

This is the list of Must's and May's. 

*Must (Imprescindibles)*

1. *Tlaquepaque*:

   Caminar por el parian, comer en el  *El Abajeño* o *El Patio* y disfrutar de folclor y mariachi. Despues prueba una tradicional Nieve de garrafa en las "Nieves chapalita"

2. *Mercado San Juan de Dios *:

   - Explora el mercado techado más grande de Latinoamérica y prueba platillos locales como las tortas ahogadas y la birria.

3. *Plaza Andares*:

   - Un lugar moderno para compras de lujo y cenas en restaurantes elegantes. Perfecto para una experiencia cosmopolita en Guadalajara. We can go to this place after the chamber of commerce event (Wednesday), regarding is next to this place

4. *Paseo Chapultepec*:

   - Recorre esta avenida bohemia llena de arte urbano, cafés y bares. I highly recommend you to try "Minerva" beer that is an artesanal local beer of guadalajara. Podemos ir juntos a este lugar el jueves

5. *Cantina Las Fuentes* (Friday):

   Let´s walk in the city center, eat something and finish in the Cantina las fuentes. It's the most traditional cantina in the state

7. *Bosque Los Colomos* (Remember to go to the "Jardin Japones"):

   - Un hermoso parque con senderos para caminar, zonas de meditación y un jardín japonés. Un espacio tranquilo para desconectar de la ciudad.

8. *Tacos de Barbacoa (I recommend you Omar Carlos, Tacos el ranchero*):

   - Los tacos de barbacoa están disponibles en casi cualquier taquería de la ciudad y son perfectos para desayunar o almorzar. Si tambien tienes la posibilidad de probar barbacoa Estilo Hidalgo te va a gustar mucho

9. Coffe Shops: Hay muchas cafeterias que puedes encontrar por Colonia Americana casi cualquiera es muy buena. recomendandote especialemente "Peligro al fondo"o Sain Malo. Tambien si tienes poco tiempo y quieres un cafe deberias de probar Flor de cordoba que es la versión de starbucks Mexicana.

10. Tortas ahogadas: Es el platillo tipo de Guadalajara. Te puedo recomendar "Las famosas" o "Tortas Toño"

11. Carnes en su jugo: Tienes que probar si o si las carnes garibaldi. Tiene el "Guiness World Record" del servicio de comida mas rapido del mundo.

12. Tejuino: Es la bebida tradicional de Guadalajara

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#### *May (Opcionales pero Recomendados)*

1. *Lonche de Pierna* (LONCHES AMPARITO are the local ones):

   - Puedes probar este clásico tapatío en cualquier momento del día en pequeños locales de la ciudad. Son menos picantes que las tortas ahogadas, pero igual de deliciosos.

2. *Museo Regional de Guadalajara*:

   - Un lugar excelente para conocer la historia arqueológica y cultural de Jalisco. Puedes visitar este museo sin restricciones de horario específico.

3. *Churros con Cajeta*:

   - Encuentra estos deliciosos antojos dulces en cualquier puesto de churros en la ciudad, especialmente en plazas como la de *Tlaquepaque* o el centro.

4. Pulque

[peru-perusals]

Day 2 - Rebar & Spanish Colonial Plazas

Rebar - One thing that is consistent through the poorer neighborhoods of Arequipa is 4+ pieces of rebar sticking out of each structural pillar of the building. This is for tax purposes, as if a building is unfinished it isn't taxed. However, this makes the neighborhoods look much rougher and worse than they really are. I wonder if, since everyone is doing it, if the Peruvian government would benefit from restructuring taxes such that it would allow people to finish their houses. They can't be making much money from those property taxes anyway as everyone is already evading them. This would have the additional benefit of city beautification.

Photo by Austyn

Spanish Colonial Plazas - I was shocked by how much the central plaza of Arequipa looked like the plazas in Spain. There were clear differences, such as the type of stone in the Cathedral, but the overall plaza form, with radial paths, trees, and a central fountain reminded me of Madrid's Plaza Mayor with it's border of shops beneath arches. The streets surrounding the central plaza were almost indistinguishable from the streets of Cordoba or Malaga. The street vendors, tall walls of stone, and local artists with their easels were all so familiar. The plaza even had a street performer in a Bumblebee Transformer costume. A street performer in a similar Bumblebee costume was a constant sight at the Plaza de Toros in Valencia's Xativa district. When in Cordoba, we bought Empanadas from a little shop and ate them beside the cathedral, just as we did in Arequipa. That whole area of the city just felt like Spain in so many ways!

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Ya estoy fuera de la sala del ASTRONOMO "COPERNICO" y enfrente hay tienda de COLCHONES con la marca CHLOE [última novia de CERATI de unos 28 años menor ..50 vs 22 y de apellido BELLO]..Me dieron publicidad del festival ARGENTINO [increíble los musicazos que escuche en antros muy oscuros de BUENOS AIRES, ROSARIO, CORDOBA..pero más de lo mismo VICIO Y MUSICA] con DAMAS GRATIS

..por cierto..salí detrás de un tipo con tatuaje de LINKIN PARK lanzados con cd TEORIA HIBRIDA cuyo malogrado cantante también lo fue de DEAD BY SUNRISE y STONE TEMPLE PILOTS=cd Tiny music: songs from the Vatican gift shop

Y a Laura GULDEMOND la dedico esta foto de una foto de una estación de metro antigua de CHAMBERI [cerrada para museo] Madrid con publicidad de Philips [=Eindhoven] junto a la del estadio MANZANA+eRES

Por cierto..en el TIKI TACO [ una burla al TIKI TAKA de la selección española de futbol] en el num 69 ..tienen el CUADRO DE LA ULTIMA CENA en mexicano y donde el o la MESIAS ES UNA MUJER SALMA HAYEK casada con hombre más RICO DE FRANCIA que le hizo un hijo a LINDA EVANGELISTA protagonista del video FREEDOM de GEORGE MICHAEL y que nació en ST CATHERINES [ONTARIO_CANADA] por donde pase en mi camino por la vía de servicio QUEEN ELISABETH WAY [=LA REINA VIRGEN] desde CATARATAS DE NIAGARA a TORONTO en cuya plaza de ayuntamiento vi la escultura ITINERANTE "EL ANGEL DEL APOCALIPSIS" que emanaba FUEGO COMO UN LANZA_LLAMAS Y MUSICA INFERNAL

[the-acid-pear]

My ears ringing louder than ever except for that one time I was in Cordoba and I was left alone in the car while my mom and step father went into this shop and I don't think my little brother was even born yet? Or maybe he was. I think the shop was also a souvenir one. And I was alone in the car at night and out of nowhere I hear this ringing that was so loud but it wasn't like an explosion it just built quickly until it was unbearable and I was so confused and Pained because Yeowch it was so long so deafening like if someone broke the sound barrier near me or some shit and I was about to have a meltdown but I don't remember how it went after that I just remember never bringing it up again but it haunted me bc wtf was that? Like it lasted a tiny bit but it was the worst sound I ever heard.

[madrigaljail]

In-Laws 'Verse Encanto. Because I do love a map.

Casita, I guess

Casa Martinez, often described as "at the bottom of the hill by a bend in the river", its location symbolizes the more grounded, practical anchor Roberto and his family provide for the town compared to the Madrigals.

Casa Guzman because of course. Center of town, center of attention, just how Mercedes likes it.

Casa Cordoba, small and unassuming. Really it could be any of the little houses on that row.

Cafe Chavez, with the Los Madrigal mural on the side.

The bridge, scene of one near-stabbing and several moments of deep reflection.

Where I've always thought the bridge was because I'm a fucking idiot, but where else would Luisa be running off to when Alma called for her? For the purposes of this map someone's asked Lu to both move the bridge AND reroute the river. They've been yelled at.

The schoolhouse!

Casa Pezmuerto. They have a tejo court.

The cantina!

The church!

The rectory and I hate that it's right THERE but that's where it makes the most sense. God. RIP me.

The granary. RIP.

Casa Valencia. RIP.

Helena's and later Ramona's dress-and-tailor shop. The Hot Topic ruana was made here.

The orchard terrace. What's that, you ask? Well, as a wise kid once said, "We're gonna find out!"

[dsandrvk]

Saturday, March 23 - Cordoba

We got our bus tickets for tomorrow first thing, and then headed for the Mezquita. It is a remarkable space. It was originally built as the Visigoth Basilica of San Vincente in the mid-6th century, a little before the Hagia Sophia was built in what was then Constantinople. After the Moors arrived In 711, it was soon after turned into a mosque, and was gradually expanded. With the conquest of Cordoba (as it is known here) in 1236, it was consecrated again as a Catholic church. As a result, the building is at best a hybrid place of worship. The Catholic church exists somewhat uneasily in the middle of this incredible sea of columns and arches, and even with all the private chapels around the perimeter, there is still a lot of space that is just underutilized.

That said, it is magnificent and awe-inspiring, with rows upon rows of columns with arches, most set on Roman capitals. It is unlike any church I have ever been in, although it certainly has all the trappings. Along the walls are Islamic screens and strained glass windows with geometric patterns, rather than saints, and although the ceiling is high, there is none of the soaring feeling of true Gothic cathedrals. The restoration work is quite impressive, and in one place it is easy to see that the red and white banding is not just paint but reflects the underlying materials - white stone alternating with red brick or tile. It is really stunningly beautiful.

We had hoped to wander for quite a while, since we had gotten tickets for the earliest possible time. It turns out, however, that there was a Eucharist planned because of the Holy Week festivities and we were shooed out after only an hour. We saw lots, but didn't really spend any time in the church part. Maybe tomorrow afternoon when we get back to town.

We did spend the rest of the day wandering around, exploring the older sections of town, including the old Jewish quarter. Here there is one of only three surviving Synagogues in Spain. After the Jews were expelled in 1492, it passed through many hands, but was eventually declared a national monument in 1885, and restoration was started. Today it is a simple space, but nicely restored and well-visited.

There is still quite a bit left of the old city wall, and we saw several of the gates, which are now mostly restaurants. Inside, the streets are still a maze, and occasionally open up into courtyards or plazas. They have a "patio" festival here when all the flowers are in bloom, but it is too early for that just yet.

We passed by a shop selling materials for the season - this little poster for Semana Santa (Holy Week) was a little too close to KKK imagery for my taste, although I know the Spanish don't see it that way. And the last photo goes in my ugliest building file - the balconies, especially the glass one , are truly hideous. But there are beautiful buildings, too, every where we looked.

We were able to visit the Caliph Baths, which have been recently excavated. Based mostly on the Roman model, there were baths just for royalty, as well as public baths, and included cold rooms, warm baths and hot baths. The Moors adopted the tradition, which was also passed on to the Catholic kings, although it doesn't appear to have been as popular then.

Cordoba is crowded, especially in the areas surrounding the Mezquita, but is definitely calmer than Seville, and once we were away from the tourist shops, we were able to stroll easily along the narrow, winding streets. I have a feeling that it is only going to get crazier next week.

Tomorrow we have a bus out to an archaeological site just outside of town with well-preserved Islamic style building edifaces, if not entire buildings. We will know more tomorrow, but a lot of information said it was well worth the time. It will be another warm day (low 80's), so I'm glad we're going early. After tomorrow our weather is supposed to change to cold and wet, so we will enjoy the warmer days while we can.

[carletes]

Can we see your Loewe pieces as a major fashion girly I would love to see. lol

I only have one! I’ve always loved couture/high fashion but it’s been completely unattainable for me and I’ve had a lot of guilt surrounding desiring high fashion pieces. But especially since I’m trying to shop more sustainably (with the goal of no longer shopping fast fashion, and instead second-hand and designer so items have a longer life expectancy), and I have more money of my own, I feel less guilty if I do it in a principled way. So! Here’s my first Loewe piece 🥺

It’s this stunning piece from the Cordoba collection from the 80s. It’s inkbottle green suede and leather. There’s a lot of incredibly intricate work embossed on the leather—some of it has weathered, but imo that just adds to the look. It’s very structured in the typical Loewe way, so this holds its shape almost like a briefcase, but it’s a perfect handbag size. I saw it online and absolutely fell in love. I was trying to convince my mom to get it, she was trying to convince me to get it, but when I put it on……yeah. It was over for me. It’s completely my style.

[makairodonx]

Las Brujas de San Sebastián

Somewhere in the middle of a little town that stood behind the jagged, green peaks of the Cordobas Mountains, there lived four young witches who led very wild and interesting lives. And while witches in other towns could be tried by the inquisition for what they did and forced to renounce their ways, Angelica, Gabriella, Isabella and Maria continued to secretly keep witchcraft alive in the town of San Sebastian...Without the authorities themselves knowing it.

Seventeen-year-old Angelica saw that a husband had asked her to help him deal with his unfaithful wife. "I will give you this bag of powder," she said to the husband, "And I want you to mix it into the cup of hot chocolate that your wife drinks every morning. Only then will she truly remain faithful to you."

Afterwards, Angelica turned herself into a black vulture and flew out of the window and straight over the reddish-orange-tiled roofs of the houses and shops.

"I'm back!" She said to her fellow witches as she reverted to human form upon landing at the tall, beige-painted house of her three sisters.

"Did you just help Mauricio Alvarez secure the fidelity of his unfaithful wife, Angelica?" Sixteen-year-old Gabriella asked her.

"Yes I have, Gabriella," Angelica replied. "I gave that poor man a special bag of powder for him to mix into the chocolate drink of his unfaithful wife so that she may no longer part ways with him. And were you, Isabella and Maria doing anything else while I was alone?"

"Yes we did, Angelica." Said Gabriella. "I have just used my crystal ball of divination to help Esmeralda de Salamanca see into the future of her children, so that she will guide them away from sinful acts in adulthood."

"I have just used my magic mirror to help a poor man his beloved a dog which he had lost for nine, whole weeks," Sixteen-year-old Isabella added.

"And I have just gave one of my best potions to Luisa Martinez for her abusive husband to drink," Said Fifteen-year-old Maria, "So that he will no longer torment her under his iron will."

"Very well indeed," Said Gabriella. "Now it looks like we've finally been finished with our community errands for the day."

"But I also think that it is very important for us to not expose any our magical practices to the rest of the town." Said Isabella.

"Of course so, Isabella..." Maria said, "For we should always remember what our parents and grandparents did for our community before they were all sadly caught by the Inquisitors and forced to give up the noble examples they once set four our fellow San Sebastianos and San Sebastianas..." Maria said.

And as the sun set over the peaks of the Cordobas Mountains, the four witches gathered in a dark room of their house and lit a few candles in a circle to honor the founders of their great families as they solemnly closed their eyes and whispered prayer-like lamentations of their passing, which heralded a time in which witchcraft was no longer becoming a tradition that was passed down from mothers and fathers to their daughters or sons.

The sisters Angelica and Gabriella both came from the House of Osorio, whose chief patriarch was Brujo Alfonso, and the sisters Isabella and Maria came from the House of Posada, whose chief matriarch Bruja Rafaela happened to be the firstborn daughter of Pedro Posada and Ernesta Osorio. Six hundred years earlier, and twenty years after Alfonso was born from the marriage between Ignacio Osorio and Luisa Posada, Alfonso's sister married one of the two younger brothers of the Bruja Rafaela. Together they started off the Posada Family that Gabriella and Isabella came from. Brujo Alfonso was esteemed throughout San Sebastian for his skills in using herbs and roots to heal all kinds of illnesses or sicknesses, and Bruja Rafaela was equally famous for her carefully-concoted potions, powders, and spells, which were all used to help out the townsfolk deal solve everyday problems they faced throughout their lives. But as the Inquisitors grew very powerful with the help of a class of faithless doctor-priests who loathed the widespread presence of the supernatual, they used a complex system of propaganda to dissuade the townsfolk from seeking the services of the brujos and brujas, who were regularly persecuted and fined as the doctor-priests took over the cultural and social life of the town with the use of their crooked and twisted medicines and sermons. But nevertheless, the witches of the Osorio and Posada families retreated into their small, dimly-lit shops among the walls of taller buildings, anf from there they secretly taught most of the life-skills of witchcraft to their children and grandchildren, especially as soon as San Sebastian's populace tore itself into two opposing camps consisting of those who saw witchcraft as a societal menace that had to be eradicated and those who saw it as a special asset to fixing societal problems that were far beyond the scope or reach of any ordinary human being.

"Good afternoon, little witches," Pablo, the house-guardian, stepped in ten minutes later with his four friends. Like most of the duendes that dwell in the lands surrounding the Cordobas Mountains, they had long, poitned ears, stood less than three feet tall, and wore dark brown gowns with long, drooping sleeves and a tall, pointed hats for nightime outings.

"Are you offering your prayers to the deceased members of your families?" Pablo asked the four witches.

"Yes we are, Pablo..." Angelica said to him after she and her fellow withces finished off their prayer to carry on the legacies of their persecuted forebears. "Ever since the long-gone days of Brujo Alfonso and Bruja Rafaela, our great-grandparents, grandparents and parents have all had to face the iron will of the Inqusition as they strugged hard to keep the flame of witchcraft flickering in this town..."

"And now we four children are all that is left of our two great witchcraft-practicing families, the Osorios and the Posadas..." Maria said with a tear dropping from her right eye.

"Perhaps you can find some suitable husbands on your own and have children with them," Said one of Pablo's fellow Duendes, "So that you'll all be able to continue the Osorio and Posada lines..."

"Of course we could, some day,” Said Gabriella, “But only once we're fully mature enough to marry, though…”

“I see.” The Duende replied.

"But oh, how sad..." Pablo sobbed. "How sad it was that you all have happened to be quite young enough to remember the loss of your parents and grandparents to the iron cuffs and wicked chains of the Inquisition...and its mobs of witch-hating supporters who care for none of the magic that is still left in this world..."

The poor duende, much to the dismay of his fellow Duendes, soon broke into an emotional fit of crying and sobbing that made him look like a small, nasal-voiced, pig-faced man in the eyes of the four witches, who all happened to be quite amused by his seemigly-hilarious antics.

"Would you please stop crying like this, Pablo?" Angelica said. "It's really making us laugh since you look both cute and funny at the same time when you do so!"

"And we can still hopefully thank our parents and grandparents for extensively training us to use our gifts to serve the community before they were ultimately forced to give up the practice of witchcraft forever..." Said Isabella.

Pablo quickly stopped sobbing, stood up and got back to his senses. "Now that sounds like good news, then..." He remarked at Iasbella's words. "Good news that the practice of witchcraft will still live on in the town of San Sesbastian..."

"Unless we all happen to be truly careful enough to hide from the clutches of the Inquisition." Gabriella added.

"That's right," Said Pablo. "And you should remember also that my fellow Duendes and I are all doing our best to take good care of you four witches in the abscence of your beloved parents and grandparents..."

"For we've all been helping you wash the dishes, clean your rooms and clothes, and prepare breakfast and coffee, lunch, and supper, each and every morning, noon, and evening!" Said one of Pablo's fellow Duendes.

"And that's why you can always count on us duendes as your loving, caring, family, even though we're small and frightening enough to scare off the big folk!" Said another one.

"How wonderful indeed, our little duendes," Maria smiled.

"And after all," Said Angelica, "it was you and your fellow Duendes, Pablo, who've kept us safe and secure in this Casa Osorio-Posada...ever since we've lost our parents and grandparents to the Inquisition when were were just about ten or eleven, too..."

The belated witch bent down on her knees to pick up Pablo in her arms, stood up to hug him dearly like a mother hugging her infant child, and stooped down to put him back onto the ground with the other four duendes.

"Now let's go outside and enjoy this night without the Inquisitorial authorities knowing it, shall we?" Said Gabriella.

"Of course we can!" Said Pablo.

Upon stepping out of their house, Angelica, Gabriella, Isabella, Maria, and their five little duende guardians all saw that some of the other duendes were hopping or waddling out onto the dimply-lit cobblestone streets that straddled the shops and houses in their dark robes, asking the human residents to lend them their nightime services. But things didn't turn the way the Duendes themselves expected.

"It's just...worriesome..." One of the duendes said to the four witches with tears rolling from his cheeks. "We're simply just asking the men and women of this town to kindly let us enter their shops and taverns...And all we've got are screams of terror and people running away from us...as if we're all just horrible monsters who simply don't have a place in this world!"

"Oh, don't worry, Little Camilio," Gabriella said to the duende. "You and your fellow duendes do have a place amongst us four witches..."

"Since we've always been taken care of by the caring Pablo and his four merry friends!" Isabella continued.

"And for now," Maria said to Little Camilio, "you can just hang out with other duendes, if you want!" Angelica smiled.

"All right, then..." The duende smiled and waddled off into the distance in search of other duendes to hang out with.

"So..." Isabella said as she looked up at the peak of a tall, imposing mountain that stood outside the town and saw a few yellow lights flickering from a cave below, "shall we go to the Cave of Mount Zumbatoca for our aquelarre with the Duendes? For it looks like they, after all those years of continually being treated like stray dogs by our town's human residents and shunned from all forms of town life, have been waiting for us to come and celebrate this special Friday night with them..."

"Of course you can!" Pablo cried. "And be sure to meet me and my fellow duendes at Mount Zumatoca!"

"Sure we will, Pablo!" Angelica smiled at Pablo and his fellow duendes hopped off into the darkness and vanished into thin air.

And thus the four witches brought out their broomsticks, hopped on them one by one, and flew off to the Aquelarre that was being held at the cave on Mount Zumbatoca to spend the night with the duendes and the vampire bats. And there before the blazing fire whose flames glowed ever brightly against the stone walls of the cave, which were painted with magic symbols of beasts, glyphs and men that only brujos and brujas understood, the Osorio and Posada sisters drank drinking-gourds of mate, ate an asado, danced and sang with the little pointy-eared imps and bats, and showcased some of their animal transformations. Angelica took the form of a black vulture, Gabriella took the form of a Coati, Isabella took the form of a dog with long legs and pointed ears, and Maria took the form of a jaguar with bright, amber eyes, much to the joy and amusement of the duendes themselves. And the Aquellare went on through the night.

On the following morning, the four witches were carrying out their daily errands to serve the townsfolk as usual, until at last their supernatural activities soon caught the attention of a suspicious man named Pablo Ortiz. The man reported the witches over to the Inquisitors, who were prowling the main square, the streets and the alleys in search of anything or any practices that could easily be labelied as "supernatural or having a distinctively supernatral nature."

"Look!" Yelled the inquisitor. "Witches! Arrest them!"

The Inquisitional authorites chased the four girls here and there in the streets of the bustling town, until they suddenly took to the air in the shape of black vultures and flew across the heads of the townsfolk.

"Catch these four witches before they escape this town!" Pablo Ortiz cried.

The inquisitors rushed forward, stood in the middle of the plaza, and aimed their crossbows at the four witches, who were all circling high up over the rooftops of the houses and shops, and shot at them with a volley of arrows that struck their wings and cause them to plummet to the cobblestone-tiled ground, whereupon the four witches reverted to their human forms and stood in the middle of the marketplace with all of San Sebastian's residents gathered around them in a huge ring that was teeming with dozens of bewildered, perplexed faces.

"It's the witches," Pablo Ortiz cried with the Inquisitors running beside him. "IT'S THE WITCHES! IT'S THE WITCHES! We've caught them all!"

"Bring them to the office of the Inquisition so that they'll be forced to renounce witchcraft forever!" Cried the Commander of the Inquisitors to his henchmen as they all started to close in on the Osorio and Posada sisters.

But just as the heavily-armored men were about to catch the four witches with their handcuffs, Angelica quickly rose up and shot a flaming ball of purple light from her left hand at the face of one of the inquisitors, who was knocked away in an instant.

"You are not going to tread on us so easily like this..." She growled. "Not when we've all got the knowledge and skills of our parents and grandparents on our side!"

With these words the four witches unleased their magic spells upon the ten heavily-armed Inquisitors as they rushed forward to attack them with their weapons. Angelica shot a ball of flaming purple light from her hands which knocked out two of the Inquisitors, Gabriella used a spinning gesture of her hands that caused the crossbows to explode in the Inquisitors' hands, Isabella shot a bright ball of green flame from her fingers that knocked out three more of the Inquisitors, and Maria used a sweeping motion of her left arm to unleash a blazing half-ring of fire at the attackers and transformed five of the Inquisitors into helpless toads with a snap of her fingers, while the Osorio sisters levitated the remaining five fifteen feet up into the air with an upward gesture of their arms and started to choke them with closing motions of their palms.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Cried Pablo. "Don't do this to the Inquisitors, please!"

We'll continue to tourture all these poor men with our magic spells," Angelica said coldly to him, "Unless you give up wour wicked ways and remember what our great families, the Osorios and the Posadas, once did four our community 700 years ago..."

"At a time when Brujo Alfonso and Bruja Rafela used their mastery of la Brujeria to tend to the problems faced by each and every resident of this amazing, glorious town!" Gabriella continued.

"So what do you now think of destroying the legacies of the Osorio and Posada Families?" Maria added. "A legacy from our town's once-magical past that has to be honored to this day?"

"And who will be there to tend to the everyday needs and problems faced by our fellow San Sebastianos and San Sebastianas?" Said Isabella.

"Only you can do so..."Pablo Ortiz sobbed with a few tears rolling down from his face. "Only you and your fellow witches can use your magic spells to find solutions to societal problems that are far beyond the scope of being solved by persons like me...And I shall never, ever try to discourage you all from pursuing this time-honored trade of yours ever again...And without the help of your magical services, San Sebastian may never again be the wholesome, welcoming and problem-free place that it had once been 700 years..."

"Now that, Pablo Ortiz," Angelica said, "is what we'd want to hear from someone who has just tried to attack the magical knowledge passed down to us by our caring, loving forebears and is now seeking to find out the errors of his ways..."

Isabella and her witches proceeded to unbind the ten Inquisitors from their magical control with a single lowering motion of their hands.

"So please remember, Don Pablo," Angelica said to Pablo, "That it was Brujo Alfonso Osorio and Bruja Rafaela Posada who once told our great-grandparents, grandparents and parents that our practice of witchcraft is not to be used to inflict harm upon others, unless they happen to be comitting crimes, but to serve the memebers of our esteemed community."

"And therefore," Said Maria, "it is important for you now to let us honor the legacies of the Osorio and Posada families by allowing us to continue the work that they and their forebears have done to serve our community."

"For sure, then..." Said Pablo Ortiz, "If that happens to be the will of you and your fellow witches..."

Afterwards, the Alcalde of San Sebastian disbanded the Office of the Inquisition, stripped the faithless Doctor-Priests of much of their former authority and finally allowed Angelica, Gabriella, Isabella and Maria to freely keep on the esteemed work of their forebears without ever having to deal with the Inquisition, and San Sebastian's residents also came to gradually tolerate the presence of the witches and their duende familiars and openly embrace them as a major part of the town's supernatural history and cultural and social life. And with the blessing of the generous Alcalde on their side, the four witches all continued to use the practice of la brujeria they've inherited from their magical Osorio and Posada forebears to serve the community as usual.

Angelica Osorio saw that Dona Frida been bitten in the right arm by a rabid, stray dog that she accidentally fed. "Can I use my expertise in herbal medicine to treat this wound for you?" She asked the young woman. "For I do know the right kind of herb to be used for curing animal bites like these..."

"Sure you can, Bruja Angelica!" Said the Dona.

The witch soon found a particular herb that she had happened to freshly pluck from the verdant slopes of the Cordobas Mountains, squeezed it and pressed it onto the site of the dog bite.

"Now I feel much better, Bruja Angelica," Dona Maia said to her, "And I thank you most dearly for this miraculous act of healing!"

"You're welcome, Dona Maria!" Angelica said to her.

"My lover has not been kind and faithful to me these days," A man told Gabriella Posada the next day. "And now she's trying to separate with me!"

"Don't worry, Senor Fernando," Gabriella Osorio said to the man as she handed him a magic potion that was bottled up in a wooden drinking gourd. "Please take this green lemon-grape potion which I have personally brewed from my own caldera if you will, and give it to your wife for her to drink. That way will she never, ever try to part ways with you."

"Thanks a lot, Bruja Gabriella!" Senor Fernando said to her. "The advide of you and your fellow witches is most welcome when it comes to facing problems like this!"

"You're welcome, Fernando!" The witch smiled.

"Come into my office if you will, Miguel de Tordesillas," Isabella Posada beckoned a man to her dark room, and I shall show you where your lost cat really is..."

Isabella lit up a few candles around her crystal ball, spoke a soft incantation which caused a dark blue cloud to swirl inside it, and encouraged Miguel to look into the ball, which surely soon showed that the man's beloved cat was sitting and eating grilled meats outside of someone's restaurant.

"Oh, thank you very much, Bruja Isabella!" Miguel said to the witch. "Thank you for showing me that my cat Tico is at Mauricio's Asado Bar!"

"You're very welcome, Senor Miguel!" Isabella smiled.

"My husband Pedro always cusses at beats me and my children upon returning home in a drunken state from the bar late every night," Dona Stefana told Maria Posada at her office the following day, "And there is nothing I can do to stop him!"

"Do not worry, Dona Stefana," Maria told the woman. "I shall give you this bag of powder made of dried fruits, grasshoppers and fireweed, and I want you to mix it into the cup of coffee that your husband takes every morning. And then, your husband will surely return to being the loving, caring family man that he once was..."

"Oh, for sure, Bruja Maria!" Dona Stefana after Maria handed her the bag of magic powder. "And thank you for finding the right soultion for my husband's reckless behavior!"

"You're truly welcome, Dona Stefana!" Maria said.

And in addition to those simple, everyday deeds of theirs, the Osorio and Posada sisters also used their Duende and vampire bat familiars to police the town every night and punish those who committed any serious crimes, or to help the four witches carry out some of their magical tasks day and night.

So somewhere in the middle of a little town that stood behind the jagged, green peaks of the Cordobas Mountains, there lived four young witches who led very wild and interesting lives. And while witches in other towns could be tried by the inquisition for what they did and forced to renounce their ways, Angelica, Gabriella, Isabella and Maria have all continued to keep the practice of witchcraft alive...in the magical town of San Sebastian.

[ivanreydereyes]

.. Y esto de FOLLAR LIBRE Y GRATIS o SALVAJE.. sin QUE SEA UN QUEBRADERO DE CABEZA, NI PERDIDA DE TIEMPO, DINERO O SALUD NI COLAR POR EL ARO DE NINGUNA MUJER QUE EN UN MOMENTO DADO TE PUEDA GUSTAR O EN UN MOMENTO DE DIFICULTAD PARA FOLLAR POR LA PRECARIEDAD SEXUAL (COMO LA LABORAL O TODO EN GENERAL EN ESTE INFIERNO).. me lo vi avalado cuando en junio 2020 fui a SALAMANCA a rehacerme el DNI español que lo habia perdido en CORDOBA (ARGENTINA) desde cuyo Aeropuerto PAJAS BLANCAS (MASTURBACIONES de FANS DE REAL MADRID) vole a USHUAIA (=Ciudad FIN DEL MUNDO) para estar x SAN VALENTIN y viendo en el aeropuerto.. Como jugaban en basket femenino CHINA vs ESPAÑA.. pues fui a SALAMANCA al estar COLAPSADAS las comisarias de MADRID por el CORONA_POLLAS y hospedandome en el hotel REVOLUTUM (decorado con SEXO SALVAJE, una MUJER montando una TV con + SHOPPING y en la planta de DESAYUNOS con una imagen repetitiva de una mujer tumbada desnuda boca abajo que solo la reconocerias quizas por su culo).. pues me iba a hospedar en Gran Hotel Corona SOL pero estaba cerrado por el CORONA VIRUS pero si estuve en 2022 camino de PORTUGAL haciendo un entrenamiento hasta el JARDIN DE CALIXTO Y MELIBEA protagonistas de la TRAGEDIA DE LA CELISTINA por mezclar intereses con el sexo o pasion.. Pues entonces tener una hija VIRGEN era un tesoro familiar.. Y ahora lo es siendo PUTA jaja