The Slower Road

This is a quote from one of the European participants in the trip. And he was talking about the day we had. “Awesome,” “amazing,” “fantastic,” or (as our Spanish host, Raimundo, is fond of saying) “marvelous” — none of these seem to do it all justice. To quote the old stereotypical postcard: “Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here.”

We started out the day by going to the offices of the municipal water company for a tour of their building (yes, the water company). It’s just across the street from our hotel and, from the outside, doesn’t look like much. The interior, however, is a beautifully restored monastery, with two cloisters, antique furniture, and a monumental sixteenth-century staircase.

the trip participants in the impressive staircase in the old monastery that now houses the water company

Then we all piled on the bus and stopped briefly by the Plaza of Spain (I think is its name), which is across the street from a huge park and whose massive, tiled building, towers, and bridge have been featured in several movies. On the way there, while several people on the bus were discussing the many (more than a hundred) horse-drawn tourist carriages in Seville, we came upon what appeared to be a Dutch Harness Horse being exercised to a marathon vehicle — down the middle of the street in the middle of all the traffic. It was quite an unusual sight, especially when he objected to stopping for the red light and reared up before settling back down to a smart trot once the light turned green.

After the obligitory tourist stop at the famous square, it was off to the farm of Mr. Ordas. After making our way through the gate, we drove for at least another mile if not more, past eucalyptus groves, farm fields, pasture, and field upon field of olive trees. My description of the gardens, courtyards, and old and newer building probably wouldn’t do them all justice, so here’s a photo of one of the courtyards:

a portion of one of the courtyards at Mr. Ordas’s beautiful farm

From here, we went into one of the stables, filled of course with the most exquisite gray Andalusian horses. Then it was back out into the courtyard and into a lovely carriage house with 26 vehicles. Most of the group enjoyed a long, close look at the collection, while a few went back out into the courtyard to watch the many storks in their huge rooftop nests, flying in and out, standing around, and feeding babies. As I understand it, the storks are considered good luck, and so it is considered bad luck to disturb their nests.

Then it was through the short end of the indoor riding arena on our way to the two-story, round harness room with harness cases around the wall. This room, we were told, had been where the bread was baked in the original buildings on the property. On through yet another little courtyard, and we were out next to the grass riding arena. The setting was impossibly beautiful, with a backdrop of trees, garden, and a large metal and glass greenhouse that looked large enough to hold a fancy party in. Chairs were set up along the short side of the arena, and we were offered homemade lemonade with mint. Eventually, Mr. Ordas arrived, shook everyone’s hand, welcomed us all to his farm, and apologized for his late arrival, but his polo game had just finished. Our group, the polo players, and several other guests were treated to a demonstration of four of Mr. Ordas’s carriages being driven. First, to a background soundtrack of Spanish guitar, came a single, then a pair, then a four-in-hand of Andalusians (at least two of whom were stallions) and, finally, a five-in-hand (three in front and two behind) in the traditional Andalusian-style harness, including all the brightly colored pom-poms and what sounded like hundreds of bells. Each turnout did a bit of a drive around the arena, then at the end they all came in and stood facing us. Mr. Ordas invited our group to go out to take photos or to just look closely at the harness, horses, and carriages. Then he invited anyone who wanted to to climb aboard for a ride.

several of our group enjoying a ride in one of Mr. Ordas’s carriages

As we left this farm, everyone seemed to have a happy sort of glow about them.

And then it was on to yet another fabulous destination: the town of Salteras, in the hills above Seville, and the lovely farm of CAA member, carriage collector, and FEI competitor Miguel A. Gutierrez Camarillo.

Here, we met, in Miguel, a gracious host and an incredibly knowledgeable and passionate collector of carriages. It seems odd to call the building we entered a carriage “barn,” as it clearly doubles as display area and living room (with a big dining table, a full bar, plenty of comfy chairs and sofas around the fireplace and TV, and a pool table). But there are also several very nice vehicles here, including an original mail coach, a five-glass landau, and others. Miguel shared stories on each one — how he found it, why he likes it, and why he bought it. And all this while we all drank small glasses of manzanilla. 

About 30 minutes after we arrived (enough time to cook the rice), we were treated to a delicious lunch of Spanish paella, fresh bread, and red wine (remember the dining table and all the comfy chairs and sofas??).

Then it was around the back of the property (past the beautifully landscaped dressage arena, the view of the valley from the edge of the hillside, and the view down onto the practice marathon hazards and water) to the “under construction” carriage barn, where the rest his 70 carriages are stored. He had separated them into two groups, with the restored carriages on one side of the big barn, and the original-condition vehicles on the other. Here, again, we were treated to fantastic stories, a demonstration of an old fire pumper, and detailed, close looks at many of the vehicles. Miguel found kindred spirits in many of the die-hard carriage researchers in the group, and they found one as well in him. It’s clear that he knows the subject very well and that he’s passionate about it.

Miguel and several members of the group look at an unusual, recently restored American carriage

David Freedman and several members of the group discuss one of Miguel’s yet-to-be-restored carriages

Tomorrow, we go see the carriage exhibition (100 carriages) in the bull ring!

For our first full-day in Seville, we boarded our small bus and set out for a full-day tour.Our first stop: the monument depicting Christopher Columbus, which was a gift from the people of America to the people of Spain in 1929.Our second stop: a tour of the cool (it was quite sunny and hot today!) and lovely monastery where Christopher Columbus met with the abbot and prayed and, apparently, left his only son, before setting sail for unknown lands. Six Franciscan monks still live in the monastery, and the tour takes one through the exquisite chapel, the cloister, and several breezy hallways. Interspersed along the way are a meeting room and a dining room, which are kept as they would’ve looked at the time. And in a separate section of the complex are a few display cases of artifacts and, in the final room, boxes of dirt that Columbus brought back from all the places he visited.

the monastery Columbus visited before setting sail

After that, we drove down the road to a museum of sorts set up in the city’s marshy area. (We were along a river and quite close to the Atlantic at this point.) This center had a small museum and recreations of a Spanish village of the era. The star attractions, however, were the life-size replicas of Columbus’s three ships. The tiny Nina is hardly bigger than a modern commercial fishing boat, the Pinta is a bit bigger than that, and the Santa Maria looks like the battle ships of the period that we all imagine. I was told that there were, in order by size, 20, 30, and 40 men on each ship. The real treat was being able to go on board each one and see what the view from the deck might’ve looked like. Or, more accurately, how hard it must’ve been to stand up on the deck! On all three, the deck is taller in the middle and curved down toward the sides. They always look flat in the movies! A few manequins and props and, below deck, speakers broadcasting the sound of water and creaking boards, completed the claustrophic but fascinating picture.

the replica of one of Columbus’s ships

 Then it was on to the day’s main attraction: Hacienda Maria. I think we were all a bit confused as the bus driver took us through a huge industrial area of factories and refineries, and then turned into a parking lot beside a warehouse. But once inside, we understood. Our hosts have amassed a stunning collection of close to a hundred carriages, and they are all (except the three being restored) stored here. They’ve implemented an interesting regimen of cleaning and “watering” the floor to keep the carriages clean and as hydrated as possible in this dry climate. In several metal containers (yes, the kind carried on board container ships), all the harness. lamps, and other collections are neatly stored. Before the group wandered off enjoy a close look at all the carriages, the introductions were made, everyone was “officially” welcomed, and we were invited to enjoy a beautiful and bountiful spread of local delicacies and traditional food. There were several special kinds of ham, delicious fresh-cooked pork, omelet (which is mostly potato), cheese, and more. Part way through our visit, a man arrived with the most delicious strawberries — fresh, sweet, and juicy. The area we were in (Huelva) is apparently one of the main growers and suppliers of strawberries for all of Europe.

part of one of the rows of carriages in the Hacienda Maria collection

After a lovely long visit, where everyone had ample opportunity to visit with each other, our hosts, and several of their friends, and to look at all of the many carriages, we headed off for the actual farm. Here, we were introduced to several gorgeous Andalusian stallions and were treated to a ridden dressage demonstration by two more Andalusian horses, one brown and one black. The perfect end to our perfect day came next, when we were all invited to walk out into the mares’ field, which is full of friendly Andalusian mares and, as of now, fourteen, foals. They are awaiting thirteen more. We wandered among the horses, scratching chins and noses, and making more new friends.