Salome was a very particular lady. Her house, nestled on the old road and built on rustic socos, was the home of anyone who wanted to enter. She was one of those women that when she was told that someone had died, she would have a fit, she would be saddened and the less knowledgeable would say that she was giving birth.

She would have been the leading figure in the neighborhood for many reasons, but what distinguished her and what she was known for in the neighborhood was a water spout that gushed out from under her house. It has never been possible to understand that marvel. There was no logical reason for that vein of water. That phenomenon came to be known as "La Chorra de Salomé".

That was the neighborhood aqueduct for many years. Filling a five or ten gallon can took eight to ten minutes. There, while waiting, jokes were made, quarrels and fights broke out.

At any hint of trouble, Salomé would lean out of the window and without raising her voice too much, she would put an end to it.

That Salome stream, which should have been preserved as a sanctuary, was swept away by progress and its encumbrances. Water from Acueductos arrived and little by little the stream was abandoned. Then houses were built on top of it and the weeds covered it. It seems that the vein became so angry that it was extinguished just like Salome.

She died at a good age, the neighborhood mourned her, but no one had a stroke.