I love fiestas, I love the way everyone is together to have fun, there is never any trouble, no fighting, loads of drinking, but somehow no drunks !
I love the dancing, in fact I am well known here, for it ! Even this first year I would pick a random old person and dance the night away. I meet a lovely old gentleman that first year, who was staying with his sister, we danced and to this day, she kisses me every time we meet in town. She explained later (when my Spanish was at a point I could understand her !) what a difference I had made to him and her that night. All I was doing was having fun, but is great to think that such a small act brought joy to others.
I also have a table of three old ladies that I always dance with at fiestas, they are unable dance to all the music, but they take it in turns to sit it out, recover and then are off again !
Then there is walking Pepe and his wife Rosada, lovely people, you will hear more about them in due course, they love to dance but Rosada now struggles to keep up, so Pepe and Paso doble the night away!
They are always surprised that I know how to do the Paso doble, but to be fair it is just going round in circles, so not difficult. I am not a dancer just enjoy it, I just go for it. I am well past caring what I look like and what people think, although I do embarrass Loreena, my daughter, but I think she secretly likes it !
Living in the middle of a fiesta, is a very interesting thing. In the flat we had the bumper cars one side starting at 10pm and finishing about 6am, the day fiesta in the school starting at midday and finishing about 6pm and then the town square with the big bands which rehearsed at about 6pm, performed from midnight and finished at 9.30am.
It was great from the view point that it seemed like the band was in our front room, but by the end of the five days we were all really exhausted, with only a three hour slot to sleep it was no wonder !
Barry and I would take the girls home about 4am, they would fall asleep, but I couldn't it was just so loud. One day I danced in our front room to Europes 'The Final Count Down', when Barry was taking his turn in staying out. The rest of the time I decided if you can't beat them join them, I would never have dreamed of going out in the middle of the night on my own in England, but here I am quite happy to go and even to go into bars on my own. It is totally expectable and I always have someone to talk too !
At this time our friend Felipe told us, he had had enough of running the bar and was going to give the keys back to the town hall after Fiesta. He suggested we talked to the Mayor about taking over his contract. Us running a bar, with our very limited Spanish, was he mad ? He said he would help us with all the paper work and teaching us the drinks in Spanish and anything else we may need to know ! We talked about it and as Barry's job was still nowhere in sight we decided why not, if nothing else it would improve our Spanish !
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