It is our annual very rural Spanish village festival. Three days with Saturday night being the one! All sorts of activities and competitions. This afternoon (after quite a few drinks and a paella) the local horsemen showed off their skills. If they are good they win a ribbon, if they aren't they skin their knuckles. Funny, you never see a horse and rider till the festivals.
Tonight is the first time in eight years that I will be going alone. Mrs V is in England helping out with two sick relatives. I can't not go- it is expected! So around 11 p.m. I will have a shower and don my finery and head out into the heat. It is still 30 C at 9.30p.m. There will be music, talking and dancing till gone 4. Not quite the Ibiza sound I am listening to now but the live Trio do their best to suit all tastes and
everyone from three to ninety three dances. Yikes.There will be food and a bar but nowadays it is an outside catering company. BBQ is BBQ. When we first came here it was the villagers who laid on everything. I dare say they lament the changes because I do.
They used to have, only twenty years ago, 700 people nowaydays it is max of 100 (everyone knows everyone else ). They also used to have more competitions but a lot have been fazed out. Two that were very popular were :-
-A young three month old pig was greased and released and all the children chased after it and whichever caught it got to keep it. A valuable prize.
-A cockerel was buried in the ground with just its head showing. Blindfolded contestants, spun round two times, took one cent a go swipes at knocking its head off in order to win it.
Tombola it aint! I hope I win something in the raffle. That would be a first.