MORAIRA IN A 2CV
Road of the 60's is a very personal story, a tribute to Moraira and my father's 2CV. The combination of the two is a journey into the past, and more specifically the 1960s.
Under Franco, the sixties saw the beginning of international tourism, the beginning of coastal roads and the continuation of the dirt roads that border Moraira.
A time when taking your time was as natural as breathing. A time when cars allowed you to savor the landscape, to be intoxicated by the scent of pine trees and to hear the crickets.
MAMA MIA
The choice of these two towers, which have disfigured Moraira since the early 1960s, is linked to our history. The history that was passed down to us, the history that we pass on to our children and to our guests who come to spend a few days at our home.
It all started in Iran in 1961, on a fertilizer factory construction site. My father worked there with the man who prevented Moraira from becoming what Calpe is today, the two towers bear witness to that.
In 1984, we were returning from Mexico, and my parents started looking for a summer holiday spot in Spain so we could continue practicing the language. The name Joseph (Jojo) came to mind, and here we are.
I never knew Jojo, only his wife: Mimi. Our Spanish grandmother when we came in the summer. Always cheerful and energetic despite her age, always dressed in a pareo whose colors changed with each encounter.
The typewriter on which the petition to the government to protect Moraira from tourism was written still exists. I'll tell you where it is ;-)
The 2CV joined the family in 1992; it was only 8 years old and had less than 10,000 km on the odometer.
Incredible and indestructible, my father called it "La poderosa" (The Powerhouse). He pampered it so much and knew all the back roads. And since he's no longer with us, I went looking for it, I asked my brother, and here it is: Road of the 60's. A journey into the past that I'm sharing.
