The morning after the night before.

Our return to the evening Feria proved very entertaining with the band singing and dancing, villagers dancing in couples, food being served both BBQs and restaurant a la carte (we had eaten of course so apart from some cardboard cheesy puffs didn’t have any food) and a general hub bub of happy activity.

Still no farmers bringing their goats so maybe that was in by-gone days or someone was winding us up.

We decided to stay until the main act whcih was due to start at 1.30. However, as the crowning of the Queens was supposed to happen at 12 and didn’t start until nearly one, we guessed it would be delayed.

Sure enough at 2.15ish a rather dashing flamenco guitarist and glittery singer arrived, complete with their own pine dining chairs. They sat themselves down on stage and after a lengthy and skilled guitar intro the glittery woman started to sing! Now, I have worked on a labour ward so I thought I knew what howling sounded like, but no, that was like heavenly music compared to the agonising protracted wails this glittery woman emitted. I tried very hard to understand what it was all about and to share the enthusiasm of my Spanish neighbours but completely failed! As the notes escalated and our nerves quivered, we drifted off home and judging by the disapproving frown I received from one of her fans, it wasn’t a moment to soon. We were able to hear her all the way home!

I don’t think we will stay for the top act tonight! I think this experience has demonstrated how we are socialised into music appreciation in our own cultures rather than it being innate.

Hope the photos give a clear picture of how it is. Sadly, we never saw anyone ride the cylinder bulls, or the dodgems the poor fair people looked really depressed. Maybe tonight will be their night.