Alamosmoon
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DO TREASURES HAVE REAL SPIRITS?
The riches found in the new mines changed the entire landscape of this town. Colonial mansions arose throughout the town, and finest goods from around the world were brought in.
Merchants from India, silk-makers from Japan, coin makers from China and (sadly) even slaves from Africa and other areas were brought in to extract the plata (and even other precious metals).
The town came to life! Globalization had indeed arrived. This city, at the time, became one of the richest spots on earth.
Silver-plated carriages began to line the streets. Women began to don themselves in hoop skirts and fanciest of clothes and men in stood proudly in newly tailored suits. Life was good, until it went bad.
Something also took it's place, as the story goes, on the lovely porticoed walkways ; those darn banditos. I think this is where I say something like "aye, yay, yay", Reb and RC?!?
Word spread quickly about this good (bad) fortune, that it drew all kinds. Some, not-so-savory. The claim had turned into fame, and it wasn't a secret, anymore. The grand commercialism alone whispered this secret (or yelled it aloud) right there. "Hello", it stated, "we stuck it rich"!!!
During this time, so much was happening, as it always does anywhere. Like people falling in love, and getting married. This is where the spooky (key-word, Crosse') Beatriz (the pretty daughter of the wealthiest Baron) comes into play. Don Jose'. Do you remember this one? I will give you a hint. Silver bars, the church, a horse, and the unforgettable name; Almada.
The riches found in the new mines changed the entire landscape of this town. Colonial mansions arose throughout the town, and finest goods from around the world were brought in.
Merchants from India, silk-makers from Japan, coin makers from China and (sadly) even slaves from Africa and other areas were brought in to extract the plata (and even other precious metals).
The town came to life! Globalization had indeed arrived. This city, at the time, became one of the richest spots on earth.
Silver-plated carriages began to line the streets. Women began to don themselves in hoop skirts and fanciest of clothes and men in stood proudly in newly tailored suits. Life was good, until it went bad.
Something also took it's place, as the story goes, on the lovely porticoed walkways ; those darn banditos. I think this is where I say something like "aye, yay, yay", Reb and RC?!?
Word spread quickly about this good (bad) fortune, that it drew all kinds. Some, not-so-savory. The claim had turned into fame, and it wasn't a secret, anymore. The grand commercialism alone whispered this secret (or yelled it aloud) right there. "Hello", it stated, "we stuck it rich"!!!
During this time, so much was happening, as it always does anywhere. Like people falling in love, and getting married. This is where the spooky (key-word, Crosse') Beatriz (the pretty daughter of the wealthiest Baron) comes into play. Don Jose'. Do you remember this one? I will give you a hint. Silver bars, the church, a horse, and the unforgettable name; Almada.
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