Sunday we got to know the real Spain. Every province has a virgin or a Saint or something they follow, and once a year, they march with it on a long hike. We went to the parade, took part in the march, and saw the fiesta that occurred after it! What was cool was that we were definitely tourists- there wasn't a single other American there...which was also a bit embarassing, haha. We stuck out like a sore thumb.
It is tradition to do the walk in traditional dress, which is why you see so many flamenco like outfits. I decided I am going to buy one and wear it if I become a Spanish teacher. It'll be great. The walk though is like a fiesta in itself, all old neighbors reuniting and drinking as they walk. everyone had either a beer or some wine in their hands!
This was the closest I've ever been to a bull. I touched it. Twice. Stop me while I am ahead- rebel without a cause.
We also ended up in the Spanish country-side. It was very desert like at first:
But then we saw this.. what a nice little pond, which I can't be sure isn't man-made. Either way- it is very nice scenery.
Once everyone arrived, it was a celebration, but we left early because
1)it was crazy hot
2)we were all tired
and
3) we didn't really know anyone. Either way, it was an awesome cultural experience!
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