Hispanic Day

Today (October, 12th) is the Hispanic Day.

In Spain and all the Latinamerican world is remembered that day of 1492, in which Cristóbal Colón in command of a tiny ship, the “Santa María”, and two carabelles, the “Niña” and the “Pinta”, arrived in the American land; or more precisely, in the Guanahany island, which he called “la Española”. Besides the fact it was a heroic deed, regarding the courage of the crew, the skill of the commander and the fragility of the ships –they did the voyage almost without guiding instruments-- we can find the gigantic willingness of Spain, of Elisabeth of Castilla, named the Catholic Queen, the authentic driving force of the enterprise and the unique person who believed in Colón's reasons to set off for this uncertain and dangerous adventure.

Colon thought to have arrived to the province of Catay (China), without suspecting at all that a new continent, following the route drawn by the Earth's roundness, unknown at the time, stood in the way to the far East. This continent ended up to be known as America, instead of Columbia as it should have been named.

I pay tribute to this day and the celebration with this wonderful song from Venezuela:



Since the most glorious outcome of this enterprise was that our language, culture and view of human relationships will remain, even though Spain --as we know it today-- might not.