Fiesta

Spain isn’t Spain without a fiesta. The girls excitedly came home from school last week and told us that the next village was having a fiesta on Saturday, and lucky we were forewarned. It all started with a series of explosions echoing across the valley at 6:30. The sky rockets proceeded to give way to the brass band who eventually gave way to the local cockerels.

We set off mid-morning across the ‘campo’ to check out the action, (including mass!), but just before we reached the main square, we were sidetracked by Dolores, who saw me taking photos of a building. She insisted on inviting us in to her house, where she proudly proceeded to show us around her kitchen, sitting room and garden. We couldn’t leave without taking lots of photos and promising her a visit to our house!

The mass didn’t disappoint – the band, the dresses, the guitars and castanets. The party continued on with entertainment throughout the night, fireworks more gunshots and eventually the final parade for the “Virgen del Rosario” passing through our village and under our window, at 7.45am Sunday morning.