The Stone of Aserri and the Witch Zarate

These occurrences happened in a town called Aserri. which is located 11

miles from de city of San Jose, and is the sixth country of the province of
San Jose. It was governed by a well known and handsome Spaniard. And
the famous witch Zarate fell madly in love with him. He despited her,
and so she swore she would revenge for his hatred towards her.
Days later, the sun rose on the town that turned into stone; the
inhabitants turned into forest animals: the proud governor Perez Colma
turned into a peacock.
Zarate was a white woman, short, fat, has big black eyes with a fierce
and malicious stare. When she spoke, her eyebrows moved frequently
and always cackling throughout the conversation. She wore her hair in
two braids and even though, her walk was rhythmical and very sure of
herself she imposed to everybody her washes, but, also she tended to
cure the sick. When she met a sad case, she gave them a fruit basket
that turned into precious stones or gold and silver money when they got
home.
After the stone spell, that was named Aserri, new pioneers arrived to
build their tents, unaware that inside of that stone Zarate lives with the
splendor of a sultan from the Orient fairy-tales. At night, she opened the
stone and gave shelter to all the animals, including the peacock, which
she keep tied with a gold chain.
One day, a man named Diogenes Olmedo, went to visit the famous
Zarate to see if she would give him good luck and fortune. After walking
for about six hours, he arrived at night to the stone and, tired of walking
around without finding Zarate, he fell into a deep sleep. Hours later, he
was delusional, looking at a tree he observed two doves looking at him
and said: "If you want to speak to the charming Zarate, knock three
times on the stone and say the following words: "I'm looking in vain my
ideal.., walking forever and always by foot, beautiful Zarate listen and
for the love of the peacock open the stone", then the doves took off and
flew away, simulating a path of white petals.
Diogenes awoke ...It was midnight; he got up and knocked the stone
three times, at the same time the stone lit up, taken an appearance of a
 floating city in a gold sea and nacre; later he heard the opening and
closing of bronze doors, dogs barking and distant laughter. Instantly, the
night turned into a clear day, lighting up the countryside in which Zarate
appeared, dressed in black, with a shawl on her shoulders. She had a lit
cigarette in her fingers and in the other hand a gold chain linked to a
peacock. Zarate approached the poor man nicely, who was trembling in
his shoes and looked like he was going to witness a tragedy.
What can I do for you good man? How my I serve you
Diogenes, finding courage got closer to her and greeted her nervously;
then he proceeded his sad story: he was a widower, has sick children
and no food to feed them, etc.
Zarate, as she was remembering something, thought for a while and
then said: 6how long did your wife died and what was her name? He
answered, and said: she didn't die. "It was about two years ago she went
for a day with her friends. They went to the mountains to swim in the
river, and they disappeared and never returned... "Her name was Lupita
Olmedo". The witch looked closely at Diogenes who began to sob and
couldn't hold back his tears. She got closer to him, took his hand and
with a voice with a lot of persuasion, said: "I know who she is... "Then
began to move her eyebrows, took a large smoke of her cigarette, and
with a laugh that scared to death the poor man, said: I'm touched by
your sad story and because you had asked in behalf of my favorite bird,
I'm going to give you what you need." She walked a few steps and
invited Diogenes to follow her up to the mountains. The morning was
delightful; the peacock, feeling his freedom, stretched out his feathers
majestically and let out a happy cry as a greeting to all the beings in the
mountain. The trees answered moving its treetops. the goats and the
gazelle made happy noises and the birds sang from the top of the trees.
They walked for an hour. Zarate was smoking, and Diogenes wondering
about. Finally, they arrived at a plateau with a beautiful lagoon
surrounded by bamboos, lemon, and grapefruit trees. Zarate went to a
grapefruit tree and taking an amount of its fruits, gave to Diogenes and
said; "This is the food for your children". Diogenes opened the bag and
put it inside. At that moment a group of doves landed over the bamboos.
Zarate counted them, there were twelve; and then said: "You can go
now, these doves will be your guide".
The poor man returned home, sad and disappointed, taking the heavy
burden of the grapefruit, and in his soul the promise of a flirting and
repulsive woman. Why take so many fruit and useless words?
Diogenes reached halfway and the weight of the fruits started to get him
tired, at the end of the road, it was a precipice: so he opened his bag
and six big grapefruit started to roll by the precipice.
Happy with less weight, Diogenes continues his walking from the
mountains and soon arrived home. His sons were very happy to see him
and asked him many questions about Mrs. Zarate. Diogenes pretending
happiness told them that she was sending some grapefruit to enjoy, and
the next morning doves will arrived twelve beautiful with a nice surprise.
The children went to sleep that night thinking to get early in the morning
and play with the grapefruit and catch the doves.
The next morning they awoke, and they found the grapefruit turned into
solid gold spheres, and later on Diogenes and the children heard the
barking of dogs and galloping of horses and feminine voices. And what a
surprise to see twelve of the peasants that one morning when happily to
the mountain and didn't came back. Lupita Olmedo was the first who
jumped off the horse and went into her children and husband arms. And
she said that Zarate seeing them swimming in the river turned them in
twelve white doves that will form her court of honor. About the peacock,
she has a promise that in the moment he wants her to be his wife, she
will returned him into a man; but, the honorable Spaniard choose to be
peacock, than the husband of a witch.
The stone of Aserri and the charming Zarate, ends here, which leaves
between the stone enchanted and love not corresponded by the man
she loves, she was in fact a good woman, who practices charity with
others in need. and to put her name as nobody had, because, the legend
immortalizes her from generation to generation, and tells her story and
bless her name.
Also, I invite you to visit this nice country, and you will be enchanted by
it. Visit the stone, and why not knock three times, and said the words:
"For the love of the peacock, listen and open the stone".
Zarate, will give you an answer to your questions and strength to find
other alternatives.. May be a grapefruit....
Written by: Mrs. Margoth Azofeifa Castro.

The Souls

Our town has had enough with the old funerary traditions that would
make your skin creep. It's true that the death of a child wouldn't affect
them, and in the end, they said: "angels always go to heaven". This is
what happens when a child dies; it was reason of celebration with music
 and dance. Therefore, for the older folks it was a different story. The
death, took a different way, like a creepy manner, as it wasn't something
natural to grow old and watch your body bend over in search of Mother
Earth's warm embrace.
This happened because older people's souls, tend to be a nuisance and
bother the people from time to time, and it was never know why, but a
child's soul, always had unfinished business and needed the help from
the living to "move on". The death caused many fears and worries, he-
cause the popular tale, give away terrifying stories about phantoms and
appearances that were told by a insane person of the house and said
tales about all kind of apparition and ghosts, which were repeated over
and over again in family and friend reunions after dinner and for more
effect when torrential rains were falling outside, making the fireplace
seening warmer and inviting to sit around and listening to the stories.
The children's bodies were taken along the main road, sitting in a chair,
exposed to the people. Sometimes their faces would twist into some
shape of grin, because the tense muscles, especially when the death
happen after a long and painful sickness. When this happened
handkerchiefs were tied around the child's mouth. Musicians would play
along side the vehicle, playing either a violin or clarinet.
When it was a funeral from older person, also the body was exposed to
the public, but was dressed differently, because relatives had usually
being drinking the night before the funeral and there was sometimes
very drunk, specially if the sick left a fortune to inherit. Candles were lit
up and left to burn, because they were "souls". "The angels" have that
right if the family had money to perform a large ringing of the bells.
These funeral parades give goose bumps, the month of November gave
much dismal sense to the mourning. From the day before, the day of all
the Saints, it was very frequently to hear the double ringing of the bells
and on November 2n that is the "Day of the Dead", the double ringing
continued. There are specialized people in charge of the bells. Generally,
individuals invited for other works, served as sacristan and attended as a
replacement of the bellboys. 1 haven't forgotten Poiicarpo Badilla the
best bell ring of my town. His legs were broken in several parts, and to
stand up he used a cane to help him. Nevertheless, he would climb the
stairs with great enthusiasm up to the lower, which was the highest floor
of the church. There he felt taller and more distinguish. Therefore, the
height didn't bother him at all. After this morning obligation, he tended
to his former job as tailor. The town referred him as the "Bell Ringer".
Handy man; honest and very poor, who took the natural tolerance with
patience and he accepted as God's will of his physical defects.
The Bell Ringer was the giver of gratitude, on the eve of the month of All
the Saints and of course on November second, he doubled the night. His
arms grew tired from ringing the heavy bells and he performs this task
in shifts, the important part was being elected to double the night.
This people were very concerned about the Purgatory Souls. Devotion as
any other. They contributed with large pots of food as corn, plantains,
(Chayote) plant and fruits, vegetables, and lacos, which were given with
col-fee. Only those who work were allowed to have this snack.
To deserve it, more than one child, abandoned their daily laziness and
served as bellboys from time to time.
It happened that sometime it had been noticed that there were many
young bell ringers and a few baskets of snacks, and the old saying was
"many souls, but little blessed water".
One day the infantile curiosity carried us out to ask which what the
highest post of the village';' And hey would respond with an air of
satisfaction that made us understand the inside pleasure of knowing that
one is responsible for the job, and it's to carry out with love and
devotion. There are no humble jobs. Every job gives a science of
responsibility of those who work with them.
November is the month of the souls. A century ago it was a custom to
take souls out of the Purgatory. The smal! activities weren't enough, not
the candles, not the masses, and not even the array of Gregorian mass.
And so, the task of taking souls out of the Purgatory continues.
It was a simple procedure, however impressive, consisted in a night
parade, carrying lanterns on a pole. On each side of the lantern there
was a skull and crossed bones. Throughout the parade and all along the
way the church bells rang in persistent way. When a picture of the
purgatory was at hand, something like a dainty vision, it was added. The
faces tormented by an eternal flame were even more sinister Charity for
the souls in the holy purgatory, "for the love of God" voices like
whispering were asking for charity.
And the people who have heard the bells ringing opened their windows
and doors to watch the parade passed by. People from the parade would
approach the viewers and ask for donations and charity. Once in a while
a caring hand would hand out a coin. After all, we all have a soul to feel
guilty' about and needed a pray for their souls.
"Angels we are,
from heaven we come,
donations we ask for,

And if you don't give, windows and door, will

pay it.
When the donation was received, there was another verse added in
thanks.
This donation you have given,
with love a vaih, shall be the
first step, to get to heaven.
As the night continued, the parade seemed to have a more mourning
look. The flames that tended to illuminate the road gave out strands of
smoke. Serenity was added to the parade very certain that it would fulfill
 its obligation of keeping peace in the neighborhood. But, when a
donation was refused it also went out to be threatening:
What is the use, kind sirs,
so much pomp and beauty,
if everything you have, will
be leaving behind?
Some of the people who joined the parade would usually take animal
bones and would show them and hit each other with them to impress
even more. Such is the Guanacaste case, where jaws of an ox are
scraped together to give a crac-crac sound, which eventually gave away
the rustic instrument called "La Carraca" (carrack, a percussion
instrument). If the threat had no big effect on the people, another route
was taken: to try and awaken human compassion:
Since I've died, I suffer
resting forgotten,
with just one donation,
you shall avoid me from being burned.
Those were other times though. No longer is there the horror in seen the
dead. Even the cemeteries, has been modernized and have taken on the
looks of an old English Park. Little woods and chapels make it cheerful
and the chirping of the birds gives an echo of sweet orchestral melodies.
Cementeries no longer provoke painful impressions. They are quiet
cities, were those who are ahead of us with no return, now rest. The
thick walls of concrete do not allow the escape of the flames that made
people think about the souls in shame, appealing human compassion
with their prayers:
"Let God take us out of shame and take us to rest"
Life and death merge nicely. The same goes for pain and happiness,
forming the same life. That is why in November, the month of memory
and pain, is followed by December the month of carols and halleluiahs.
Whoever conceived the calendar plan, most certainly had in mind that
life and death complementing themselves in their death. On one and
another the light and senses dignify them. We live to die, and maybe
some day, we will convince ourselves that we die to live eternal life.
Story written by: Juan Bautista Rojas
 The Cegua

A peasant was walking with me. He had a healthy soul that he had being
able to maintain, with ail its purity and simplicity. I love virgin souls and I
take the pleasure in penetrating them, and listened closely to his
conversation and only interrupted to ask questions. There was no breeze
through the trees, and nobody was on the road and the majestic silence
ruled the starry night. All of a sudden we heard the galloping of a horse.
"Someone is coming" I told my partner he put in practice his country
man ear, safely and convincing he said:
"Not in this road, it's going up the road"
I haven't finished the words in my mouth, and then suddenly the
galloping stopped, A few moments later the galloping started again, but
tt wasn't rhythmical like last time, there was something strange about tt.
In a quiet tone of voice, almost superstitiously respectful the man
whispered to me:
"That rider has encountered "La Cegua", but do not fear my friend,
because there are two of us and she won't come near, because we are
walking"
"La Cegua?" - I asked with interest. "What kind of animal is that"?
It seemed to me as if a smiie appeared on the lips of the man as if my
ignorance amuse him:
-But, Sir! How is it possible that you, who read lots, do not know about
"La Cegua"? It is the devil itself, and God help you if run into her.
"I assure you that I do not know, explain it to me:
We were very near our destination and the dogs could smell us started
barking, not menacingly, but in friendly welcome way. The stars lit up
the night and it seemed like one of those fantastical landscapes you only
see in books.
No soul has become the same after seeing "La Cegua". Strong men.
healthy, happy, joyous, hard working men, had change completely.
"Some even die out of fright-", then he began to name a list of a few
people he knew that has lost their life of this terrible apparition
"It's not easy to see her" it goes everywhere, in particular places mostly.
Around here appears a lot, this is why you will never see a rider by
himself, there is almost always two riding together."
Is it possible that she can be seemed by two? - I asked! "When we are by
ourselves she approaches us. He replied happily, because he knows he
has been listening with a lot of interest.
In some places out of the town's limits, where there are a lot of bushes
and trees on along road, is the usual spot where she likes to surprise the
passing riders. She appears in the middle of the road, and with a very
sweet and weak voice she says: -"Kind Sir, Tin very tired, and I'm in my
way to see my sick mother, would you be kind enough to give me a lift
to..0 And she gives the name of the nearest town, (because she is the
devil itself and knows everything).
"Then, it is a person, or has a person characteristic9 -I dared to ask
again.
"She is a very pretty young girl, with big black eyes, curly hair and a
beautiful mouth. Everyone who looks at her falls under her charms and
felt very sorry for her because they can see the tiredness on her and her
little voice."
At that moment a gentle breeze started to make the leaves move that
created shadows all around and then brushed the path ahead us, as if
some invisible mischief force was moving ahead of us. Mother Nature
was helping the narrator the effect he wanted.
-"Not even the most cold-hearted men and no one can resist to her
charm. Some take her on the back of the saddle, but most prefer to take
her on their laps. To her is the same thing, When they started to move, if
she in front, she turns their face, if she in the back, she makes the rider
turn back And comes the very scary thing, and the beautiful woman
disappears, her face looks like the skull of a horse, fire comes out her
eyes. Se opens her mouth and shows her huge yellow horse like teeth
and lets out a horrible putrid breath. At the same time her arms like iron.
hang on the rider. The horde seems to know what is happening, it take
off in a crazy gallop trying to get rid of the monster."
-"And then what happens?"
-"Then the men who have picked up the girl, and of course with wrong
intentions on their minds, are later found dead with their eyes wide open
in fear and with a horrible look on their faces. The others, as I told you
before, live but, serve out to remain there uselessly.
We arrived to the gate and I could hear the dogs barking louder.
Meanwhile, I was in a deep meditation. Is there no other healthy way to
teaching this fantasy0 Who has not encountered "La Cegua" Who has
not surrendered to the seduction of a beauty and its physical charms
and nothing more? Who hasn't surrender to the misunderstanding
mercy?
 And then, the weakness of the body, the soul, and perhaps death? And
"La Cegua" is a stow used to scare young men into doing the right thing
and keeping their minds pure.
Story written by: Melitón Araya Marín

The Tulevieja

Our elders are worth anything to induce fear of the smallest and thus
maintain the order of the home.
This was an old lady who lived near the river in a shack Virilla
dilapidated by time, the sun used to cover her large hat of "tule" broad
leaf plant of the same name.
He will take the old woman tule!, Said to those creatures that frightened
fled when he saw her collecting firewood near a river.
: Over the years, it became a legend describing it as follows:
"Great hat tule, bare breasts, legs of a hawk, bat wings, witch face load
of firewood."
It is said that upward flight and the person falls to pieces when it is in
mortal sin.
The original population of Dos Cercas, Abandoned village later, the
Franciscan priests settled that participated in the colonization of Costa
Rica, in a rugged valley surrounded by mountains and watered by three
rivers: Tiribi, Ladies and Cucubres. They chose a middle ground, more or
less, between populations antañonas Aserrí and Curridabat. A place of
rest and refuge in times of persistent strong sun or rain.
As the half was so beautiful, rich vegetation, people develop their
imagination fancifully creating a series of legends. La leyenda es la
poesía de! The legend is poetry! campesino. peasant.
Monge Garcia picked up one called "The Golden Pony." Francisco Maria
Nunez, "The Prudencio Nor flying coffin", and some others. It remained
to be entered in the paper before it is lost in oblivion, the La Tulevieja.
Recall that, as people were bathing in the rivers, and they drew their
water consumption, so crystalline, pure, there were pools hidden among
the foliage, we would say, poetic, that were named and gave birth to
 beautiful legends: The pond The Union, where rivers meet Tiribi and
Ladies: The of Cancancho; the La Selva, and many more.
. Do not forget that rural women often wore a straw hat, pointed to
Calabar to the eyes. He was called "tule." Usually the spots was
blackened by banana or coffee. Helped them to escape the sun or rain,
and insects, especially wasps often become entangled in the hair and is
a mortification.
The Tulevieja was a lady in years and tricks. It is said that even slept
with his hat on, Deformed, dirty-looking nipples.
The youngsters gave him the derisive nickname Tulevieja, and was
pleased to bother. She went into anger and, if he had a hand branch, ran
after them, trying to reach them to give them their due.. I never could..
His bravado encouraged to naughty boys.
. The Tulevieja went to the coffee plantations to seek "charramasca", or
kindling. By the way, carrying a bunch of bananas on her head. The tule,
increasingly blackened.
One day the wind blew his hat that fell on the turbulent waters of the
swollen river Tiribi then dragging it into its current.She flew in pursuit.
The head of water from the great flood drowned.
Story by: Epiphany Gutierrez

Headless Father

Myth probably built at the time of the Inquisition, during which they cut
the head witches, wizards, men and women of evil life.
Tradition says that he appears to men and women to stay up late under
a leafy tree in which you can see a big door of a temple.
The person passes the door and found a large room and eventually a
priest singing mass in Latin.
Drawn and loaded with sins, the person hears attentively, but at the
time of the consecration to the priest to face it head and this is no blood
dripping from his hands.
Terrified out of that place and left for weeks without talking, changing
his life forever.
 Those were the days of flintlock, say not so distant. Golden times of joy
and our ancestors, free from ostentatious aorisionamiento modern
civilization, living in their own way humiidemente poor but always happy
and cheerful.
Our people, simple peasants formed, retained the Galician conquerors
came from Mother Spain in search of gold and land to increase the
power of the Ibero León, endearing love home, their religious faith and
the peculiar sonsería was gullible and creyencero.
In addition to the festivals of the church, which were listed in the year,
our ancestors celebrated with less pomp, but with more joy, two civic
festivals: April 27, and independence. That is, the anniversary of the
coup headquarters of General Tomás Guardia and September 15,
adopted in Central America as the date for the political emancipation of
Spain.
The program was short: Bailes popular outdoor and distribution of liquor,
pop rockets and bombs, shouting and, occasionally, some punches, a
cup of more or less.
And our farmers, all kept their shovel and machete, cleaned up a bit
their hands to power whitening "" axis "their cracked feet, and out at
night to have fun with their families, dancing to the radiance from light
given off ios canfín lamps or reflectors of butter. And here we enter into
our relationship happened regarding the Priest Street.
Nor Juan Rafael Reyes was the happiest old Patarra district and did not,
for anything in the world, the festival April 27 and independence, which
was enough to sweat the other day of the year to address its
maintenance and family, not to take this opportunity to take a straw into
the air.
In his village were quite collected, with little, thought only of the burning
of limestone which gave them, then more than now living. Memorable
dates passed almost unnoticed, as Juan Rafael Nor was forced to go to
the village to fill their desire for celebration. There was something to
see: The lockers were open all night: the principal inhabitants
illuminated fronts of their houses. In the public square enthusiasm
waned not to scratch the famous new sun and the municipal corporation
have used''the distribution of liquor "to all citizens who cheered the
citizen president. That excited to Nor Reyes, who in spite of their years
that were already loaded, dawn liked sailing, dancing at times, sipping
cups, muttering his chircagre cliques and aware of what was happening
in the great world, and letting go from time to time his wit, to keep up
with stories, jokes that tangles and coterie were threading the time to
entertain.
He shot down the date of independence on Sunday, and of course, the
party was Saturday night. On the eve of the day is out, and to comply
with the popular adage of starting earlier and earlier joy.
Nor dispensed Reyes down to the "Suida to market" their support, which
made every Saturday at dawn, and at least let the revelry. It is true that
the street could Ajila of Two Rivers and thus evade the attention of the
villa, but only once a year is celebrating the independence and the next I
could be underground. We had to seize the opportunity, that something
usually painted bald. Nor Reyes, - I said his wife - would carouser and
drinker, yes my fulfilled its obligations. He bought the newspaper, and
what was free was what I could drink rum or liquor of the National
Factory. And falling and rising, and the evening could come home, but
with their bags packed, with provision for the week. So he said: The
canoes lose everything except the memory.
She forgave her husband, because everything was plentiful in your
pantry, because I never made fast, except on Fridays of Lent - it was a
good Catholic - or forced to borrow the handful of beans or salt, or pot of
rice, as happened to the Piedades, his neighbor, who watch over the
living eternally in the long and repeated binges of her man, which lasted
eight days Larguita, used to receive an adjustment of lashes. And all can
hold less that of a "Manguel" raise your hand against his wife.
Nor Reyes went out that since early Saturday, a gentleman with his
mare green wood, wearing the rags of Sunday, to catch the mass. Lucia
ink his band of silk, which gave him several times at the waist let the
beard leave the ring out of his coat, not missing the flowered scarf
around his neck or realera bone-handled silver, companion of the days of
great solemnity.
He was in the city, made his purchases, caused more than a sabrosota
laugh with his jokes and stories coming out of the mouth in spurts,
sipped their cups of national liquor, tastier and lighter than "charral" in
their view of good drinker, and ordered the return at dusk through the
"Samparados."
It heralded the marimbas and the candles flickered when he made his
entrance to the villa being on the al-fence its large well-filled wallet In
the house of my friend, Nor the matador Pedro, tied his Ruco, without
unsaddle; left the saddlebags safely and sprig of hawthorn, which served
as a spur and varillita of anon, who served as whip and, after greeting
that count toward the health of everyone in the house, went out to start
the fun, licking of taste, because there was no longer leave without
sipping the cup of chocolate with biscuits and lies.
And point fandango danced and sipped drinks.Had more of a dispute and
was able to return to the house of my friend, safe and sound, thanks to
the intervention of some friends. There he mounted his beast and went
their way, touching the heart, the memory of their own, they would be
awake, eager to see him coming. And the little animals picked up the
trot up the street ...
It was dark and cold morning. While dozing rider, letting the reins loose,
the trotting ruca. Nor Reyes knew well that riding a gentle animal, who
 knew the trail of the house as memory, could be carried away confident
and calm.
San Antonio went through without incident. Everyone was asleep. An
occasional dog barked their way and came to dispel et dream. When he
crossed the Rio Damas and entered into its jurisdiction, finished the
mare trot, because I was near the time of a bite and be free of rigging,
the rider and cargo.
Near the corner called the "Headless Priest Street, the road forks and fig
trees shade high. It was a place feared, because he said the popular
rumor that frightened. Many stories of ghosts passed from mouth to
mouth. But Reyes Nor man nor was it fear or suffering from nerves, but
rather emboldened when they sipped their drinks.
Facing the square, where only one house stood the farm laborers, he
saw a hermitage. He rubbed your eyes, because he did not report that
there had been no such construction. But as to dispel their doubts, said
mass calling campaign. And willing to learn with their own eyes that they
were not visions or things another world, dismounted and entered the
temple, which was lit at half brightness. He knelt to sing the "Dominus
Vobiscwn" and realized that the father was missing his head. The
impression I got up as did springs and open in a stampede. Passing
under the choir, he heard a clatter and felt that the bell was ringing him
his tongue ... He did not know more!
Nearby, on the grass, was found, unconscious, by the road early risers,
wearing cargo! To city. They picked him up and took him to his home
where he became very ill a few days. It took him back itself. So
pronounced was lost. It had to be something bad that was, comments on
the family.
Soon the news spread appeared in the "Calle del Cura Hollow." The
curious came to acquire details of the event and wove the most varied
and fantastic reviews. Uncle Melito, who was very cunning, defined the
issue: "snares of the devil.Nor Reyes had attended his own funeral, as
punishment for their sins. Of course, never came to pass in "" after hours
"on this path. If I went to the city, returning early and if I had to travel by
wagon, to keep the oxen sunbathing, got up early, but always waited for
other students. Two men are worth more than one.
Public morality would have gained much, as national liquor is consumed
less in the village, if no one happens to live in the neighborhood liquor
carry hot water underground, thus avoiding trip to the village, past the
"Calle del Cura Headless" within hours of the night.
Many years have passed and the event barely remembers. The stretch
of road retains the name of "Headless Priest Street." And the council is
still appeared as a moral lesson, but no one learns from others in the
lead ...
Story by: José María Artavia