Does not prevent this, however, if we consider a string that moves along the time – in parallel with the time-and back! to start… what boundless imagination yours! -All this assuming that he is not an apocryphal message trying to explain to me. I let me convince, intimately embarrassed by this. (. . .
) We went to the cellar in his car, to find that it is currently in commercial operation. On their way of driving, I reserve the opinion, for the time being. The Cortijo is about five or six kilometers of Aranjuez, careless road, about ten minutes by car. Five minutes in the case of Eugene…. (I said it would not comment.) The winery was a whole with the Church and the houses of the village, inhabited mostly by settlers who arrived in different waves. It is – as the old helmet that covers it in all its extension-a neoclassical construction located in one of the districts of Aranjuez, repopulated secondaries by the monarchy to meet the needs of the kitchen of the Court through their orchards irrigated by river and their dams or irrigation ditches, their herds native and exotic and Aboriginal rainfed crops on the plateau, such as watermelon and melon, brought from Levante, probably.
And of course, their ancestral vineyards, with chosen and recognized species. The winery, as I said, had recently been re open as such, having remained forgotten for a hundred years, only used sporadically for the mushroom cultivation, as I rightly assumed. Is of solid work, well designed and planned for use, and provides the basis to all the original buildings of the hamlet, having communication with any of the houses, some exterior opening that serves as a vent, and two important entrances, one of them major, arcaded, at foot of soil, taking advantage of the gap between the lowlands of the Bank and the higher than where the village sits.