One of the jewels that discretion and humble elegance oak hide the serious Castilla is the hermitage of Valdejimena. When you walk through the village of Rio Grande, between their carpets chickweed, treboleras and bushes, nothing makes you suspect that crown the solitude of the mountains, find semegante "basilica" impregnated with a majesty not sober, less beautiful landscape.
Valdejimena is no more than 3 km from Valverde. Never forget the pergrinaciones
my "godmother of faith" with bouquets of thyme, and lilac with such enthusiasm and dedication innocent collected through the fields and meadows of The Ahijones and thyme in the beginning of my first Mayos ...
Legend has it that back in the times that no written report, one day a cowboy named John sheepskin was blessed with a boon from heaven. A herd bull called Romo "the other is dispersed. The cowboy looks him and finally found him lying next to an oak. Fearing his bravery with stones to try to reduce the herd. The animal does not move ear, suspects the cowboy if he's wrong and decide to approach.
Before reaching the bull, a glow of the oak came from, it hurts your eyes and makes you notice a beautiful image Virgin, placed in a hollow log. Juan sheepskin falls knees and pray, run and tell them the news to their colleagues, they head to the oak tree and contemplate the mysterious discovery, the bull is removed, agree to inform the local authorities. John Zale
Horcajo targets, but first made a mark on the oak. Communicates the news and goes to the place with the authorities, threats to Juan sheepskin visionary illusion, repeated down the road. After checking the church take Horcajo Mediator.
This is roughly the story of the apparition of Our Lady of Valdejimena. Then he built a chapel in the place of occurrence. There visit all the devotees and the procession is held every year on Pentecost Sunday.
The magnificent Baroque, the chapel of the Virgin and the museum bear witness as the last Sunday in April the image of Our Lady is down from his throne to the litter habitual processional, where he remained until October thereby facilitating the devotees to follow the tradition of passing on his mantle and request protection. (my mother never failed to light a candle and settle into his clothes every morning that my brother was fighting) At the bottom, is ready to go in different processions begin the first of May, following Pentecost Sunday (big pilgrimage), masses of different peoples health of the environment and finally the Ascension. In the early days of October is enthroned again.
Protected by the imposing gate that separates the Altar, a graceful wooden altar boy has always been witness to the antics of a kid, that on Sundays, slowly approached the ling to throw their habits. "spoon, come here and be quiet grandmother scolded him ....." 
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