The homes in Vilaranda look as worn as ever. Weathered stone, fatigued tile: the mountain village where Mira grew up reflects the aging of its remaining residents.
Somewhere in Vilaranda
We park on off the cobblestone road that runs through the village. Anna, one of Mira’s three deaf-mute cousins, is among the first to greet Mira. Her teary-eyed gestures of excitement, quickly bring tears to Mira’s own eyes. Soon, Anna’s brothers, Joe and Flavio, also greet us. It’s almost more than the bride can bear.
Anna’s hand held
at waist high
A lunch of proscuit, bread, cheese, fruit, chestnuts and wine at her Tia Alite’s home. A stroll down the road her cousin John just drove a herd of cattle down. A view of someone’s fields, and the surrounding mountains.
the pride a man takes
in his garden
Mira’s cousins’ home
Maria do Carma wants to go, but Mira won’t leave before she sees her family home. No one has been inside since her parents died sixteen years ago. The roof over the new wing, which held the bathroom, caved in. The rest of the house stands, but cobwebs and dust lay everywhere. Mira almost cries at the sight. Since her sister forgot the key, Mira asks Frankie to enter the house through an unlocked window. I almost tear up myself as I see the photos of the interior.
still managing to stand
My In-laws’ bedroom dresser
The cousins return to wish us goodbye. More eyes glisten with fresh tears.
lost in memories
in our rear view