Brave Horizon

brave horizon

There are cities that are visited, and others that are experienced.
And you don’t come to Gijón/Xixón to look, you come to feel.

To let the city pass through you, let the sea speak to you, let its vitality stick to your skin. A place where modernity is not faked, it is lived by being oneself. Falando asturianu, or not, without imposture, with the pride of someone who knows where he comes from, with the naturalness of someone who knows who he is. 

A city full of culture, salt and wind. Contemporary, collective, plural, that beats to the rhythm of its people, that mixes, welcomes and shares, always open to the horizon.

Forged in the workers’ effort, in El Natahoyo, in El Llano, in the port workshops and the memory of El Musel. And projected into the future in blue, in energy, in knowledge and in talent.

A city made of sea, steel and life. Of walks along the beach of San Lorenzo and along the horizon over the Atalaya. Of the cafes on the Begoña promenade, of sharing in the chigres, of the green that embraces Deva, Granda or Cenero, and the seafaring soul of Cimavilla.

A great and enjoyable city.

A living city that is transformed, always looking forward, always ready to move forward, and that leaves a mark of the sea and truth.