We live in one of the wealthiest villages I’ve ever seen. Not in monetary terms, but in so many other ways.
We were visiting a friend in the village this morning. We’ve known him for 11 years now, and he has helped us to learn so many things about living in the campo. He knows our land very well – what we can and cannot grow!
As we were leaving, he gave us a bag of avocados, pears and peaches, and tried to give us tomatoes and peppers as well. In return, we offered him a bag of apples. We also supply him with Bing cherries and walnuts, neither of which he grows.
This is the norm in Yunquera. In this way, everyone gets what they need.
Our English friends in the village, who don’t own land, are given everything by her neighbour – vegetables, fruit, eggs, you name it. Most people in the village own land, or their family does – so I think that those who don’t have land are regarded with pity, as they can’t grow a thing! We also supply these friends with new potatoes, squash, and other goodies. I also gave her a cherry tomato plant, so she can now grow her own in a small way!
This sharing and trading goes on between neighbours all the time. Whether you like them or not is irrelevant – in an isolated village like this, which suffered greatly in years past under Franco, you relied on family and neighbours, and they relied on you. It couldn’t work any other way.
So you can keep your Mercedes and latest gadgets, folks – I’m happy living here in one of the richest villages I’ve known.