The climber

The climber

Between Lomas grassy and hillsides populated by coffee plantations, around a tiny church raised on the Altozano, of humble walls of bahereque plaster, belfry to one side and atrium of bricks Mossy is nestled the village: a few ranches.

some So many houses, a single street that soon becomes a road and is resperentandoed by hills and slopes, between Hedges Pomarrosos.

Behind the church and throughout the village, the high and somber curtain of the guams and bucares that shelter the coffee plantations; In front of it, the soft and upholstered slope of the Altazano's grass, asendet by the passage of the recuas that down there descend from the lands and the neighboring mountains, the black roofs of the ranches and the patinos roofs of the houses; And even flank, the dilated, perspective of a mountain hole that comes bordering the road that leads to the town: Green hills, sloping slopes and silent ravines, Blue hills, distant serranias.

Paredeña to the temple, the parish house and beyond the civil headquarters, in front of which, Arrellanado in a chair lying on the wall, hallabase Don Lisandro, old burly, Bonachon and Pacienzudo, who had been practicing the headquarters of the village for several years, whose Single Pacific, few gave him to do. Barely had to afanaser and get out of his usual meekness for harvest time, when the fields and towns of the contour flocked to the neighboring haciendas the coffee pickers, then every night had horopos that usually ended In quarrels.

Because of the night before, and above all, for another event that much worried, had up early that day. He is mistaken for his uneasiness of encouragement was that continual movement of his jaw without knowing them had anything to chew.

At the door of the parsonage appeared the priest Escarbandose teeth and flicking the tongue loudly, as if savoring the remains that among those he left the copious breakfast.

-Good morning Don Lisandro.

-Good Dias PAE Jaramillo

It was this a Spanish cleric, Retaco, furry, and nothing clean, of fifty years well preserved that exerted the curate of souls of that village towards more than twenty. Rough hairs cubranle the face, wearing a robe of raw canvas, relief of cassock, with lstro of greasy dirt on the abdomen lies, and in the head a raido bonnet.