The old men of La Mancha tell all those who stay with them long enough to listen to them, that when the world lacks imagination it is necessary to awaken the ghost of the old paladins, like the good knight Don Quixote, so that they return of his eternal exile, the spirit of Magic.
Perhaps for this reason and not so much to take advantage of the tourist pull that every season fills the coffers of the innkeepers of the city, the residents of Campo de Criptana keep their many windmills in perfect condition, which are nothing other than the fearsome giants that our immortal knight boldly faced.
Also for this reason, in the old taverns of the place, the successful wines of Valdepeñas flow like sanguine rivers and in the heat of their sweet racking, all the strangers who arrive are warmly received to the beat of an old song.
An old song that says: "In La Mancha there is a lot of wine, a lot of bread, a lot of oil and a lot of bacon and if you go to La Mancha don't get upset, because you're going to the land of Don Quixote."
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windmills always make us dream of adventures
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Of course they are: they are a symbol and an allegory of beauty and imagination. Happy Thursday
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Voy a decirte como cuando niña decía: yo quiero ir, yo quiero ir!!! Debe ser un delirio, especialmente para los que conocemos El Quijote, ver estos molinos de viento o gigantes imaginarios!!! Tal vez no me sentiría como la dulcinea sino como el mismo hidalgo famoso capaz de batirme a duelo con todos mis monstruos y mira que fuera de las páginas y de este lado del charco hay muchos. Un abrazo de molino de viento con sabor a queso manchego!!
Ja, ja, ja...te ha faltado el vino de Valdepeñas, que no es de menospreciar, aunque yo sea más partidario del Ribera de Duero y últimamente del verdejo. Yo también sentí ese deseo de querer ir a esos lugares, que también llevo en la sangre por parte de madre y ver algo de lo que supuestamente vio, yo diría que nuestro más querido caballero, afortunadamente para nosotros, que algo bueno y sorprendente teníamos que tener después de todo. Me imagino, por otra parte, a la audaz @nancybriti, colocándose la armadura y cabalgando a lomos del 'Rufio', embistiendo con solemne determinación a estos gigantes, que aunque no se lo parezcan a muchos, ya te digo yo que lo son. Y bien grandes, por cierto. Abrazos
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