Taller de cuento Inspírate en recuerdos felices

A continuación te dejo una minificción inspirada en la foto que ves.

Esa mañana Bea se despertó temprano, Luis y sus amigos la pasarían buscando para pasar unos días en Chirimena, la casa de la playa de la familia de Luis. Qué sabroso, pensó. Qué bueno tener amigos tan increíbles con los que la paso tan rico. No veo la hora de que lleguen.

Bea se paró, se cepilló los dientes, preparó un desayuno frugal, se puso el traje de baño, una franela, unas bermudas beige, y empezó a revisar que tenía listo todo lo que necesitaba para estar unos días en la playa, varias franelas, otro traje de baño, algo cómodo para dormir, la toalla para bañarse, la toalla para la playa, el bronceador, el repelente para los mosquitos, quema para hidratar la piel, un cuaderno para escribir, uno o dos libros para leer. Cuando uno sale de casa de vacaciones, siempre se te olvida algo.

Bea tuvo que esperar por lo menos tres horas a que la pasaran buscando. Luis y José, quien era el que tenía carro, pasaron buscando primero a Marisela, Daniel también se había unido a última hora. El viaje por carretera duró más de dos horas, pero no se les hizo largo porque iban escuchando buena música y conversando. Cuando ya se iban acercando al pueblo, sintieron la brisa marina, y vieron los colores vibrantes de los habitantes y las tiendas donde vendían coloridos atuendos de playa, salvavidas y pelotas de plástico.

Los padres de Luis ya estaban en la casa y la hermana mayor de Luis, María. El padre estaba buscando guacucos en la playa con la hermana, Manuela se había quedado en la casa para esperar a Luis y sus amigos. Era una casa pequeña, que ellos mismos habían construido, tenía dos habitaciones y la sala, pero cuando llegaban invitados se colgaban las hamacas, se ponían colchonetas. Manuela siempre se alegraba de recibir a los amigos de su hijo, que llenaban todo con su vitalidad y su alegría caribeña. Ellos habían llegado hacía más de veinte años de España y se habían establecido en Venezuela, primero en la ciudad de Mérida, donde nació Luis, y luego definitivamente en Caracas.

Luego de dejar sus morrales, Bea, Luis y sus invitados se fueron a la playa, a disfrutar del mar, y del buen tiempo. Cuando regresaron, después de las 2 pm, ya el padre de Luis y su hermana habían regresado, y Manuela ya había preparado una olla grande de pasta con guacuco. También habían llegado Ken, Susana y María Esther. Todos se saludaron, se abrazaron y se fueron sentando donde pudieron para comerse la pasta con guacuco, la casa se había impregnado del sabroso aroma de la salsa. Al anochecer, llegaron otros amigos de María, la hermana de Luis.

Al mediodía del día siguiente llegó Loli, la otra hermana de Luis, con su esposo, su hijo, su suegra y la hijastra de su esposo que había venido desde Chile. Al día siguiente, algunos de los amigos, que tenían que trabajar el lunes se fueron, pero llegaron otros, José Esteban, Carlos Eduardo y Adela. Los amigos seguían llegando sin parar, la casa y su jardín lleno de flores no podía crecer, pero parecía hacerlo para albergar a quienes llegaban, que siempre cabían, dentro o fuera de la casa, en las hamacas. Bea pensó sonriendo: “Así debió ser Woodstock”.

With this post, as I say in the video, I start my Story Workshop for hivers who are looking for tools and inspiration to write narrative texts. For those who don't know me, my name is Beatriz Alicia García, my user on Hive is @beaescribe I am a Venezuelan writer and teacher, I have 30 years giving writing workshops and at the suggestion of hiver friend @germanandradeg I am going to share with you some of those ideas that I give to my students in my Creative Writing workshop.

If you live at Caracas, I take this opportunity to invite you to participate in my next Creative Writing and Image workshop that I will start next August 19, Saturdays from 3 to 5 pm, at Hacienda La Trinidad, a former cocoa and sugar cane plantation that since 2010 has been transformed into a cultural park where you can visit art exhibitions, have a coffee, visit the Sopa de Letras bookstore, buy a tasty chocolate at the Kakao store or simply relax and enjoy the pleasant gardens of the park.

This first exercise that I propose to you consists of writing a fictional story, starting from a photo that takes you to a happy memory. Try to evoke the place, what was the place like, where were you, were you in the city, where were you, were you in the mountains, were you on the beach, what did it smell like, were you with someone special to you? Transform these people into characters and imagine something extraordinary that might have happened there.

After you write your story with these instructions and publish it, please share the link in the comments of this post. So I can read your story and comment on it. I hope you find this and the next writing tips I will share with you useful. Next week I'll talk about characters and roles in narrative writing. And remember, as long as you are an attentive observer of reality, it will be easier for you to write good stories.Thanks for reading.

That morning Bea woke up early, Luis and his friends would be looking for her to spend a few days at Chirimena, Luis' family's beach house. How tasty, she thought. How nice to have such incredible friends with whom I have such a great time. I can't wait for them to arrive.

Bea stood up, brushed her teeth, prepared a frugal breakfast, put on her bathing suit, a flannel, some beige shorts, and began to check that she had everything she needed to spend a few days at the beach, several flannels, another bathing suit, something comfortable to sleep in, a towel for bathing, a towel for the beach, suntan lotion, mosquito repellent, sunburn to moisturize the skin, a notebook to write in, one or two books to read. When you leave home on vacation, you always forget something.

Bea had to wait at least three hours to be picked up. Luis and José, who was the one with the car, passed by looking for Marisela first, Daniel had also joined them at the last minute. The road trip lasted more than two hours, but it was not long because they were listening to good music and talking. As they approached the town, they felt the sea breeze, and saw the vibrant colors of the inhabitants and the stores where they sold colorful beach attire, life jackets and plastic balls.

Luis' parents were already in the house and Luis' older sister, Maria. The father was looking for guacucos on the beach with his sister, Manuela had stayed in the house to wait for Luis and his friends. It was a small house, which they had built themselves, it had two rooms and the living room, but when guests arrived, hammocks were hung, mats were put up. Manuela was always happy to receive her son's friends, who filled everything with their vitality and Caribbean joy. They had arrived more than twenty years ago from Spain and had settled in Venezuela, first in the city of Mérida, where Luis was born, and then definitively at Caracas.

After leaving their backpacks, Bea, Luis and their guests went to the beach to enjoy the sea and the good weather. When they returned, after 2 pm, Luis' father and sister had already returned, and Manuela had already prepared a big pot of pasta with guacuco. Ken, Susana and Maria Esther had also arrived. They all greeted each other, hugged and sat down wherever they could to eat the pasta with guacuco, the house was impregnated with the tasty aroma of the sauce. In the evening, other friends of Maria, Luis' sister, arrived.

At noon the next day Loli, Luis' other sister, arrived with her husband, her son, her mother-in-law and her husband's stepdaughter who had come from Chile. The next day, some of the friends, who had to work on Monday, left, but others arrived, José Esteban, Carlos Eduardo and Adela. The friends kept arriving non-stop, the house and its flower-filled garden could not grow, but seemed to do so to accommodate those who arrived, who always fit, inside or outside the house, in the hammocks. Bea thought with a smile, "This must have been what Woodstock must have been like."