BY Lisa Lindblad
December 8, 2013
There is much about Pueblo Garzon that is magical. It speaks to us in many different tongues, but for me, in the still of the night when the noise in the mind settles, it is the details of my life in the village, that come floating by.
And then, of course, there are the smells and the sounds..Oh, those birds just before dawn, the bleating sheep in the garden next door and a tiny miaow at my feet. Best of all is the clip clop of a sturdy criollo along the dirt road outside my window that always brings me to the gate.