Near our northwestern and now southwestern hill Peña Rubia, there is a small abandoned village called St Eulalia. In that village there is an old liqueir and flour factory surrounded by old little tine workers' s houses. On a side street you can find the old ruined theatre Cervantes. 
A jewel. You can peep inside, by the old box-office. Inside the decoration is fading away.
I have been visiting this place with many of you guys, just to kill time in between flying, or for your interest.
Inside there is a wall painting of Jacinto Benavente. He won the noble prize literature in 1922. Nobody remembers him, and many do not want to remember him, because his prize were very much opposed by his fellow theatre-writers.
At first in his works he mocked at the catholics, spit at the aristocrats, and critisized corrupt politicians. His carreer made a 180 degree turn (paragliding !), he got very mellow, and started supporting Franco's fascist regime, a compromise he had to make being homosexual.
I know this has nothing to do with paragliding. But we do travel with our wings on our back, and for me it has always been interesting, knicking some culture, whereever I was, flying abroad.
Prior is flying at Doyouwanna, being interested in these things is up to you, no stress.
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