Astur

The easiest way to enjoy, when you have one unexpected holidays, is without doubt, visiting the Asturian's green nature. Over all, if you are seeking locate your existence front the nature, such as a I heard recently speech to the writer Bernando Atxaga (Obabakoak, 1988), sure do you go there.

At last Easter, we travelled there and we enjoyed it not only with its mountains, stones, landscapes or beaches, in which the waters were enough colds yet to get are swum by somebody. Either the gastronomy, or the typical cider fest either. Furthermore the wet weather hadn´t been a trouble, because all days we could avoid the threat of rain.

We tried to discover those magic creatures, hidden of the common tourist but present in the folk minds in different sites, represented as goblins, wizards or witches.

Could you tell us where the culebre is? walkers, climb to the cross of Priena. When you get the summit, I answer at once. We started on the twisted path of the mountain, and we were beating the different stages of silence trough our efforts. First, the noise of the people and cars are overcome, meanwhile we are going straight ahead to the peak. Secondly, passing the next bend, the chants of the choirboys and the bells of the basilica of Saint Mary of Covadonga. Thirdly, turning near on the top, only the songbirds and the silent of the peace is hearing. Lastly, the wind roars just in the ceiling immense held by a cross. You shall sight the Frasinelli track and might watch in the village from which the way begin, Corao. It is the home of the flying snake.

Do you know when the Xanas break her spell? They are on the mountains of Caravia, meanwhile the culebre is asleep. They are young princesses, and just in the Saint John day they become free and they go wandering on the night collecting flowers and happily dancing. If they cross with you, they would whisper: ‘give me your poorness and I take my richness´. You could hear their melancholic songs over the waves on the Vega Beach, when they aren´t disenchanted in another magic night. 

Could you tell me where the Nuberu after the storm went? We almost met him on the track of Mestas de Ardisana, but the jesting Diañu say us he was in the island of Castro Ballota, near to Cue or maybe snoring deeply under the jesters of Pria.

Do you know if near to Ribadesella the Sumiciu is resting? Yes, you may watch him walking along the seafront among the crowd of tourists, behind the bogeyman and near of any politician or any celebrity.