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Al-Kauthar Spirit

Al-Kauthar has inspired the "Cycle of Musics of the World "Nights of Al-Kauthar" in Castronuño and the Festival of Three Cultures of Castronuno, both promoted by María José Celemín


Festival of Three Cultures of Castronuno

If you are looking for something different and really intimate; if you are fleeing from commonplaces and you desire to discover new roads, then, this is your place; Al-Kauthar hides those treasures just like you imagined... 

At your arrival, not only you will come into visual scenery, but also you could taste tea from Pakistan; our scrumptious cheese and chocolate cakes for breakfasts, and, if you asks us, traditional Arabic desserts.

You will also be delighted by the sound of fountains, and music brought from the Far East will leave you enraptured.

Omar Faruk or the last release of Pedro Burruezo is waiting for you at the tea room; his album “Misticisssimus”  is a musical jewel with Al Ándalus and Jewish Spain parfums that will allow you to live in Al-Kauthar a unique experience. 

Click here and listen some of songs of “Misticisssimus” and “Multaqa Antiqua Contemporània", and enjoy his complete work  “Misticisssimus, los ensayos”; ten essays where “Mysticism meets transgression, where Lyricism goes along with rebelliousness and new”. Ten songs put music to ten essays. A literary and musical gourmet that walk together and complement each other.

You also will find something unusual; the novel written by who has designed Al-Kauthar.

"The God of Green Valleys", the novel written by María José Celemín, the owner of Al-Kauthar, reveals some of the mysteries that Castilian plain hides as well as it describes in a precious and detailed way the surroundings of Al-Kauthar, where the Duero river, the abundance, Al-Kauthar, is alive...

 The River and the Dune

"They followed the road for two kilometres until at the village they crossed the dry farmlands, swellings of scrubland and leafy pines. Once in Castronuño they passed the silo on the right and the sugar refinery to the left. There, the road to Toro began to descend, snaking fiendishly as the woods thickened and became more varied, like a forest.
          This was nothing likethe high plateau of Castilla and León. An oasis in the midst of a desert. And, when you need to apply the breaks , at the beginning of the descent, you realize how high the village is and then you understand why it was the last to hold out. Fernando el Católico, The king of Castilians had to come to the aid of the followers of Pedro de Mendaña, the old leader of Castronuño. The village is on the right and the river, wide and free flowing;insinuates itself, in the first curves of its descent, in the closely woven foliage of the immense vegetation.
          Crouching, it slithers stealthily along the side of the mountain, advancing discretely from Toro to Zamora.
        He is a wise God. A self-apparent God who can pass unnoticed before the eyes of men. A clear and living sign for those who pursue their dreams and search out their destiny. For those who know how to see, within his great humility, the secrets of life."
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"Behind the riverbank, vegetation overrun with black and white poplars where night herons breed and the grey herons make their noisy colonies, an enormous and fertile, wetland broadens to the bottom of a large dune. A dune formed in the course of millions of years, from the river’s sediment deposits. It is covered with holm oaks, like a head of short green curls."

There is aromatic Spanish lavender, with long, downyleaves and violet flowers; fragrant thyme with full stems; clustersof small yellow leaves two metres high; snowy mespilus with white, round flowers like a snowflake under a microscope; yarrowand thick clumps of rockroses.
The dune doesn’t move, like those in the desert; it has been petrified by the holm oaks, with predator’s claws they cling to its heart, paralyzing it. It’s the last thing you see from the village castle and from the lookout at “La Muela” park. The still dune marks the limit of the horizon cutting into the sky. It is like a hat, It looks like the second drawing of “The Little Prince,” the one where he manages to hide an elephant in the belly of a boa constrictor. Sometimes things just aren’t what they seem. And vice versa.

And the same happens with people."

Paragraph selected from the Chapter one “The God of Green Valleys” of the first part “The God of Green Valleys”.

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