There is an entrepreneurial spirit in Canillas. Besides the obligatory post office, tobacconist and general grocery store, Canillas sports a bakery, a butcher, several grocers, some hardware stores, an ironmonger, a picture-framer and (perhaps tellingly) TWO banks. There is even a take-away roast chicken establishment, open weekends by order only. Every other doorway conceals some business enterprise behind its bead curtain. You only realise that an apparently-typical house is a shop when you notice people queuing up inside.
You can get anything in Canillas, if you know where to look, though it may not be where you expect. When I expressed my delight at the opening of a splendid new hardware store, because I would no longer have to go down the mountain for paint, my neighbour gave me a surprised look then said, "You can always buy paint at the bread shop!" I still haven't quite decided whether he was joking.
This entrepreneurial spirit is not limited to individuals. The council in Canillas is famous for getting things done. Every year there seems to be another major project underway. When we arrived three years ago, the municipal swimming pool was under construction and finished in record time. Sedella's pool, which was started earlier, still remains incomplete. Last year, the council dug up half the main street, re-laid all the pipes and effectively widened the road, so there is now room for vehicles to pass. This year, work on the new bypass has proceeded apace, including the installation of a magnificent roundabout at the town entrance. The recent appearance of an asphalt lorry, which hangs about the bypass but hasn't yet done anything, suggests the work nears completion.
There are two projects going on simultaneously. The little park near the entrance to the village has been gutted for rebuilding. We were rather fond of the place. It was surrounded by a rough slate wall, painted black and white like the markings of a giraffe. We called it Giraffe Park until some visiting children renamed it Giraffic Park and so it remained.
The other project is more mysterious. A substantial erection is taking place next to the village carpark. When I asked one of the shopkeepers what it was, she said she didn't know. Yet, she somehow managed to convey the strong impression that she did know but was sworn to secrecy. Now that the main structure is in place with large arched doorways all along the front, it resembles a covered market, large enough to rival that of Vélez Málaga. Whatever can that portend?
The experienced driver knows all the little alleys and side streets where one can back up and wait, but it's still unusual to drive through town without an incident. The old men sit on town hall steps and watch the chaos with evident enjoyment, occasionally giving a sporting warning about vehicles approaching round hidden bends, but more often sitting back to enjoy the resulting mishaps. If you actually want to get across the village in reasonable time, I'd recommend using the almost-completed new bypass or sneaking through under cover of lunchtime, when even the old men desert the steps for comida and siesta.
At festival time, Canillas doesn't just bustle, it strains at the seams. All the village children, who have left home to work or study in the city, come back for fiesta. We recently attended the delightfully-named Día de la Morcilla (Day of the Black Pudding). Cars were parked for a considerable distance along the approaches to town. At the top end, a fairground had been set up with bumper cars and a carousel. Scattered throughout the village were stalls selling toys and sweets. In the plaza was a bandstand with a phenomenal PA system. (Trust me on this: you can hear Canillas' parties 10 kilometres away.) On the new main street was a bouncy castle, plus every available space was stuffed with small bars purveying beer, wine and black pudding.
Once the sacred statue completes her annual tour, the festivities commence in earnest with flamenco dancing and Verdiales: traditional bands similar to English Morris dancers. The flamenco is taken very seriously. Village girls practice all year in a room near the Bar Ángel. It's not unusual to walk past and see the girls in sumptuous dresses, clapping and stamping and whirling to the music. After dark, more traditional entertainments give way to disco and live bands. The music crashes and thumps throughout the night, to the enjoyment of the surrounding population.
The day after fiesta is one of the rare occasions when Canillas is quiet. What few villagers you see on the streets seem to creep along sadly, looking pale, exhausted, and barely able to give you a cheery wave. It's even possible to make the journey without a single granny hurling herself into your path. However, fear not! Tomorrow the myriad shops will open for business, the streets will fill with chattering people and the old men will be back on the Town Hall steps, watching the world go by.
Jenny Twist grew up in the British mill town of Heckmondwike but now lives in Spain. She studied history in Manchester and did post-graduate work at Oxford. Her novellas Doppelganger, Uncle Vernon and Mantequero have appeared in various literary anthologies, plus she authored the books Take One At Bedtime, Domingo's Angel and All in the Mind.
Thanks so much for hosting me on your fascinating site, Lyn. I feel very privileged.
ReplyDeleteOh, this makes me want to come visit even more. Fabulous details and pictures. This gives me added visuals while I read Domingo's Angel. Looking forward to reading the next article.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you like it, Jody. Domingo's Angel is based roughly on Sedella but I've taken some liberties. I based Canillas de Daimonos on Canillas de Aceituno. When you come you can see if you recognise them.
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What a very charming town. I can't imagine talking during a Sunday service, but it seems that that is acceptable from your article. I loved the picture of the town.
ReplyDeleteI wish you all the best.
Hi Sarah. Talking in church seems to be common throughout the Mediterranean. It is certainly also true of Greece. And it was probably true in England in Medieval times. Church was a place for parties and merrymaking. It was where you met your friends once a week. A place of colour and light. It never became serious until the Protestants took over.
DeleteCanillas is one of the prettiest of the white villages, but there are an awful lot of contenders!
Looks awesome. It's like my dream to live somewhere like this.
ReplyDeleteHi Chris. It IS a lovely place to live. We don't live in the village but in the countryside nearby. This is our house: https://sites.google.com/site/casajoyagranaino/
DeleteThe web site is all about the holiday apartment we let. The big house is ours. You should come and visit. I'd love to meet you in person
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Loved your blog! I think I am going to have to add visiting Canillas onto my Bucket List! The picture you painted is one that is hard to resist. Thank you!
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DeleteHow nice to meet you. I'm so pleased that Canillas has got on to your bucket list. Let me know when you come. Love
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Sounds a fabulous place, Jenny. You must feel very lucky to live there x
ReplyDeleteHigh praise from someone who lives in Kalymnos! But you're right, I DO feel lucky to live here. Lots of love
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Hey, Jenny, what a fantastic place to live. The illustrations are superb. You obviously feel very at home there. I trust none of the construction projects have fallen foul of the drop in the economy. Can I interest you in some of UK's rain? No??
ReplyDeleteWe're not in the market for rain right now, but it's kind of you to offer.
DeleteHasn't it been awful! Can't believe the weather's so bad in June! I won't tell you what it's like here because I want you to still like me.
Actually, the bypass is now finished and we have a splendid new roundabout at each end. Most of the construction work in Spain is at a dead end now. There are loads of empty concrete frames (destined once to be high rise apartments) down by the coast with lone cranes silhouetted against the sky, abandoned by their owners. It's all quite atmospheric and a bit sad. But I am secretly glad that they won't be finished. There's too much of that sort of thing already.
A wonderful description and stunning photos, Jenny. Reading this on a dull, grey June morning here in England had me sighing longingly and feeling very envious of your idyllic Spanish lifestyle.
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Glad you liked it, Lyn. Sorry the weather's so foul.
DeleteYou should come here for a break. We wouldn't get much work done but it would be fun!
It looks like a beautiful place. Jenny, thanks for telling us about it! I'd love to see it for myself.
ReplyDeleteHi William.
DeleteIt is very beautiful here. This part of Spain was the last stronghold of the Moors and apart from the glorious scenery, there is some wonderful Moorish archtecture. Do come if you get the chance. I don't think you'd be disappointed!
Okay Jenny, just when I got out from under the shadow of my dearly-departed, incredibly-loving and slightly-overbearing Irish mother, you bring a bunch of U.K. ladies to my magazine.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to make an agreement with the strong, beautiful women of the U.K. I'll constantly acknowledge my eternal debt to you and you'll no longer help me pick out my clothes. Deal or no deal?
Depends whether you insist on wearing the wrong things!
DeleteMY mother used to say,"You're not going out in that, are you?" and when I replied, "Why, what's wrong with it?" she said,"Oh, nothing."
I defy anyone to go out without getting changed after a conversation like that.
Incidentally at least two of the above ladies are American and some of them are men!
This are pictures, most of all this is a great places.
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