During the Easter holidays we went to Manzanares, at the hearth of the Mancha region, to call on the family.
We visited the mills, bought the cheese, ate any kind of traditional Easter cakes.
The space is huge and boundless, well cultivated, everywhere fields, green or brown, olive trees, vineyards, plough tracks.
We went to Ciudad Real and Toledo, beautiful but wrapped up in pointless shops, and many little pueblos.
We followed the processions, observing the masked cofradias, the crucifix and the sacred images carried on people’s back.
Allusion to Mexico and America, amplitude and traditions, colours and loneliness.