Miralamar is a small remote elevated place located on top of a hill in Chiclana de la Frontera, a quaint white sea side town in the South of Spain. My family has some land in Miramar over looking the sea where in the past we used to keep vineyards. After school and at weekends I used to tend to the land there “giving a hand” to my dad. From this place the vineyards expanded below reaching the edge of the town in the distance. This picturesque image of vineyards and the white town was crowned by the small church, the hermitage of Santa Ana. For me these images transcended the material world.
Beyond the hermitage on clear days I could catch a glimpse of the bright blue Atlantic Ocean. On such days with the agility of a cat I would jump onto the roof of a small shelter where my Dad kept the tools with which he worked the land and where on rainy days we found shelter. From this hight I could see the ocean clearly. I would sit on one of the stones, which were on top of the roof to weigh it down and prevent it blowing away in one of the strong winds for which Cádiz is renowned, “Levante”.