You go out any day: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday… Not necessary in August, Christmas Season, Easter or on a Bank Holiday. You go to the Town Hall for some paperwork and you find there a guide showing its Patio to a group of tourists. In Sevilla Street, you see a Swedish-looking couple who is looking over Cayetano’s shop window; and a family –say a German family- goes into the Parador carrying its baggage while you take off your car from the blue zone. Driving to work, you came across a group of pilgrims, riding their bikes, looking for the Pilgrims’ refuge, and even when you are parking, another guide introduce San Crispin and San Crispiniano, tenants of the Jerez Arch, to her group. Ok then: This is Zafra.
Now, you wonder ‘Why? What is the reason for this little town attracts so much tourists, visitors, and travellers?’ Maybe, when you live here, you can find beauty in any stone or in summer mornings light; in the smell of firewood burning in winter; in purple and yellow flowers blanketing the surrounding fields in spring or in the range of orange and brown colors that fall gives us. Perhaps just because you live here, you think that anyone find absolutely the same kind of beauty in their hometown.
Or maybe it is exactly the opposite thing: everyday routine makes you immune to the magic moment when summer night starts, while church bells lazily ring in the 40ºC thick air; also immune to the battlements outlined on the twilight horizon, to the singularity of tile house in Pilar Redondo square; inmune to the daily wonder of archs in both Squares, chasing each other for years ago. So you can’t understand why people come here.
This is Zafra. A little shopping town among lots of big villages which live off agriculture: olives and oil, wine, Iberian ham. It is a necessary stop if you go down to the South or up to the North, even if this is only to sit down at La Tertulia and enjoy an excellent Cocido Extremeño (Chickpea stew). If somebody eventually does it, he or she should make sure to get a pair of hours to stray under the arcade of the Squares, to walk to the Callejita del Clavel, to see the footprint of the quarry worker on the stones of the Jerez Arch, to wander around the castle…
But as long as they are here, why not staying a bit else? A guided tour of the battlement, a look to the frescos at the Spouses Chamber, a walk down Sevilla Street enjoying an ice-cream from El Valenciano, a stop at the religious Santa Clara Museum and some pastries from the same convent are some of the reasons to visit Zafra.
Of course you think that you are looking after number one, but in a place like this you can’t help to be a bit patriotic. So then, welcome to Zafra.