A Small Piece of Heaven

             I awaken to the church bells ringing just as the sun rises and casts its beams onto the town bringing it to life. Not a minute later, I can smell the sweet aroma of the bakers freshly made bread filling the air, reminding everyone in town that it is once again time to eat. Walking down the streets it’s easy to get lost in the sea of smiling faces sitting on the steps of the quaint little houses with brightly colored doors ranging from blue to red. At noon, the church bells ring once more reminding everyone that it’s time for mass.

            Afterwards, the townspeople lounge around in the town square telling stories of their childhood. While at the same time, the children climb up the rough bark of the orange trees to claim their golden prize, before their mothers realize and shouts of “get down from there” begin to echo around the square. Then like every other week the town butcher carries out a plate of tapas while his smiling face fills with little crinkles. Unlike other weeks however, Don Urieta proceeds to carry out a cart of flowers to decorate the rickety white bench located just outside the church doors, and just as sweet penetrating scent of lilies fill the air everything falls silent before choruses of goodbye are heard and everyone retreats back home. Soon enough, the moon rises and you can hear the stars twinkling as the town falls silent once again. Until the sun rises and the small town of Carmona, Spain comes to life again, away from the inquiring eyes of tourist located just 33 km away in Seville.