Last Thursday 12 June 2.014 I returned to Garabandal.

It had been many years since I passed through San Sebastian de Garabandal and was pleasantly surprised peace and tranquility that is breathed in this lovely village in the Cantabrian Mountains. We stayed at the hotel's sister Mary Loly. We toured and remember the four streets of the town. The house of every seer, church, etc. Everything had changed, but everything was the same. We climbed, the alley, Los Pinos. We pray, up there, a rosary sense. We ate an impromptu dinner which set us Sari, Sister Mary Loly. We rested and Friday, to 10 am, Holy Mass deeply felt and highly experienced by a church with enough people to the few people who were for the people. At the end, I spent a moment to greet the parish priest and remember our dear friend, so present in our memory, Father Jorge Loring, passed away last Christmas. A year ago that left an endearing testimony in his last trip to Garabandal, A few months before his death at 92 years old.

My first visit was in July Garabandal 1962. I spent several days, I do not remember exactly how many, but would be between about ten or fifteen days. In Cadiz, my hometown, had news of the events of Garabandal by several sources. But first hand, Esther and her niece Esterina. They were Garabandal, although settled down for a long time in Cadiz. In Garabandal had family. My mother and my sister Aurora, with some friends were in the school year to Garabandal, year 1962. My father, Professor at the Institute of Cadiz Columella and I, student of the same institute and 15 year old, we had to wait for the holidays to go to this small town. We had to leave our small 600 in Cosío. It was impossible to get those five or six kilometers, by the forest track, to Garabandal. A road gave us the rise. In the village, My father and I shared room in house Emilia, a sister of Esther. Your house near the church, a little higher. My mother and sister, at Elena, another sister of Esther. Very close to that of Conchita. Between the house of Jacinta and Conchita. In the center of town, along the street that goes to Los Pinos, Home and shop for the parents of Mary Loly. There, night, be my first and impressive experience of many lived in this small, remote village in the mountains of Santander. I remember like it was yesterday and I will never forget. It was night. A group of ten or fifteen people in the store of their parents. I, in a corner of the room, sitting on a sack, I think it was rice, I fell asleep. And Mary Loly had any notice. And, suddenly, loud noise in his fall to his knees and the start of what for me was and is an impressive and inexplicable from the natural point of view. During our stay at Garabandal were many ecstasy and apparitions that took the three girls, Mary Loly, Conchita and Jacinta. Mary Cruz, I remember that during those days had no. Count all and in detail, would be long and repetitive, as there are many witnesses who have repeated what everyone saw and live. I'll only make a special mention to three times that especially impressed me personally. The first was an appearance to Mary Loly, night, Los Pinos. No light, only with our flashlights, full emergence and prayed the rosary while down, the slippery and steep slope, from Los Pinos for the village. I at fifteen, the still barely. We were going towards the cemetery, in the lower part of town and on the opposite side to Los Pinos. The forty or fifty people who followed the girl, were left behind. I was left alone, night, next to the cemetery wall, without light, only flashlights, praying a rosary with a girl, in apparent ecstasy. Feeling the presence of a Virgin who spoke factly with that girl. My first and inevitable feeling of fear, soon became an emotional sense of inner peace. Nothing bad was in that situation and conveyed Mary Loly, in his transfigured face, peace and inner sweetness. The second moment was one morning. My father and I left the house of Emilia, was the home of Elena, where having breakfast with my sister and my mother Aurora. We see, distantly, Conchita came towards the church. Suddenly falls in ecstasy, with the characteristic sound of the knees and the transfiguration of the expression on his face. My father and I, we approach running and Conchita was receiving communion from an angel. We only saw Conchita. Everything else, Conchita told us, Once "awakened" of the moment. It was about ten o'clock. Only, my father, Conchita and I. My feeling, thanks for having lived that moment. The third. After a holiday, 18 July, where the town's patron was held, everyone expected a prodigious event, a miracle. But time passed and desperation was evident in some. In the small village, several thousand people had come to "see the miracle". Already after a few minutes the twelve, Elena were at home and heard a lot of noise on the street. Elena's house was very close to that of Conchita. In the middle of the street, Conchita even with open mouth, came into ecstasy and I could perfectly see how the sacred language Conchita. As has many witnesses, White and greater thickness than normal. My distance to the girl would be about two meters. I in high, a kind of small porch that existed in that corner. I have seen and am witness to many appearances. I do not think it is time to remember every detail or every fact. More qualified witnesses I have done. Nor am I correct to describe the events of Garabandal. Doctors have the Church. Yes I can say what for me has meant Garabandal. Faith is a gift that God gives us each. But that faith rests on other factors to have enough consistency. The reason. In prayer. In the meditative reading of the Gospels. The frequency of the Sacraments. In the example we have received from other person, parents, Priests, etc. And also so important, on these gifts that our Mother gives us in his appearances and posts. I on days that witnessed the apparitions of girls, I saw nothing that seems to me contrary to Catholic Dogma and Moral. We, as a normal girls and currents, transfigured reflecting a sense of beauty and peace to those who gazed in amazement some inexplicable events. In my inner life, Garabandal has influenced only strengthen my faith and my love for the Blessed Virgin, my mother.

El Puerto de Santa María to 14 July 2014

I fdo: Román Martínez del Cerro. D.N.I. 31.163.243-From