Arbolé, arbolé seco y verde

Arbolé, arbolé seco y verde.
La niña de bello rostro
Está cogiendo aceituna.
El viento, galán de torres,
La prende por la cintura.

Pasaron cuatro jinetes,
Sobre jacas Andaluzas
Con trajes de azul y verde,
Con largas capas oscuras.
"Vente a Córdoba, muchacha."
La niña no los escucha.

Pasaron tres torerillos,
Delgaditos de cintura,
Con trajes color naranja,
Y espada de plata antiqua.
"Vente a Sevilla, muchacha."
La niña no los escucha.

Cuando la tarde se puso,
Morada, con luz difusa,
Pasó un joven que llevava
Rosas y mirtos de luna.
"Vente a Granada, muchacha."
Y la niña no lo escucha.

La niña del bello rostro,
Sigue cogiendo aceituna,
Con el brazo gris del viento
Ceñido por la cintura.

Arbolé, Arbolé
Seco y verde.

I went to (re)visit Spain this summer, since I'm in love with the country. Don't go expecting party reviews and other 'sexy' stories, because I traveled with my parents the whole ten days of the trip. Yet is was great! We visited Madrid, Sevilla and Granada for culture and sightseeing, and then ended with a day in Malaga to enjoy some sun.

My parents usually go on 'swimming pool holidays', and I always used to have a bit of a laugh at them since they never got to see too much of the country they traveled to. They tent to go and visit some nearby places or museums, but nothing much. So this year, after some of the usual discussion, they challenged me to plan a ten days culture trip for them and guide them along. So I did and got to select all the things I wanted myself and them to see, they accepted the plans I made, and we had a great time in my favorite European country.

The poem I added is written by one of my favorite poets: Federico García Lorca. I love it, and I found it the ultimate prologue for this travel blog.