When I was a child, there wasn't "Halloween" in Spain. I used to go to the cemetery with my family in Nerja. It really impressed me to feel the presence of the death. It was like a trip to the past and the future, where I began to ask myself great questions about my existence. A great lesson for life.
The first day of November is "All Saints Day" in Spain. We celebrate a Christian practice to remember the dead. Many Spaniards visit cemeteries, especially in the villages, they carry flowers and clean the graves of relatives and friends. Most people are buried in niches. They are like little apartments.
These holidays come
from pagan autumn festivals, they announce the proximity of the
winter. During the autumn, the field after the joy of vintages is waiting
for sowing. The Earth, a female symbol, appears barren at this time of the
year, but after receiving seed, male symbol, this land becomes hope.
This celebration represents a reunion
between the world of the dead (arid land) and the world of the living
(life). In the past, after dinner, we used to eat: la castañada, it was a family
food dedicated to the dead, which was a souvenir of the ancient funerary meals.
VOCABULARY
Child
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Niño-a
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Cemetery
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Cementerio
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Dead
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Muerto
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To carry
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Llevar
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Grave
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Tumba
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Relatives
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Parientes
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Joy
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Gozo
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Vintage
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Vendimia
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Sowing
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Siembra
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Barren
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Estéril
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Seed
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Semilla
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Male
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Masculino
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Female
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Femenino
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Land
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Tierra
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Hope
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Esperanza
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Chestnut
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Castaña
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Meal
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Comida
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