Sonder Village by Taylor Hobbs

Author:Taylor Hobbs [Hobbs, Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alternate History, Divorced Heroine, Time Travel Romance, Historical Romance, Spain, New Beginnings, Wish Fulfillment, Miracle Baby
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2019-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The ceremony was a little long and religious for Remy’s taste, but the bride and groom looked so smitten with each other that Remy could ignore the hard seat under her butt while the priest droned on. When Bieito gave Remy a wink after Lino and María sealed their marriage with a kiss, Remy felt the giddy excitement of being twenty-three again. How long had it been since she felt this carefree?

When the time came to celebrate out in the square, Remy dove in headfirst into the festivities with abandon. She filled herself to the brim with wine and food and conversation as though she had been starving for weeks, which in a way, she had been. Remy lost her self-consciousness and feeling of being an outsider while at Bieito’s side. He seemed more than happy to show off his American date and introduced her to the rest of the villagers, all of whom Remy was not surprised to find out lived somewhere on her property.

Remy was seeing and experiencing her village as how it should be, bursting with life, and not as the lonely, abandoned property she was determined to fix by herself. It didn’t bother her that all these people weren’t really supposed to be here. It just felt right, until Bieito led her into the middle of the street for a dance. That’s when Remy felt like a fish out of water again.

The haunting cry of bagpipes reached Remy’s ears, and she looked around for the source as the townspeople lined up, men on one side and women on the other. The folk music picked up the pace with the addition of a tambourine, while Bieito took her by the shoulders and set her in place across from him.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“Follow along as best you can. I trust you’ll be fine, this is in your blood.”

“But I don’t dance—” she tried to protest, but now she was surrounded on all sides by celebrating Galicians, and there was no way she could escape the revelry. I’ll just have to suck it up and try not to trip anyone or fall flat on my face.

“It’s the muiñeira,” Bieito said, as he started to kick his feet. “You feel it inside of you, and you just move.” Remy watched carefully as Bieito moved his feet in the semblance of an Irish jig, only more loosely and free-formed. His arms raised above his head like he was holding castanets, and he twirled counter-clockwise. When he saw that she remained frozen in place, trying to analyze his movements, he laughed. “Like your art, Remy. Don’t think too hard. Just let your mind rest and your body take over.”

Dubiously, Remy stared down the line of villagers and saw everyone doing some variation of Bieito’s movements, but nobody seemed particularly concerned about the technicalities of the dance. Each person had their own flair, but their bodies all held the same lightness and joy as the music flowed through them.

She waited for the right beat to come in on and gave her foot a tentative kick in time with the rest of the women.

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