My intermittent next pitch neighbours, depending on whether any overnighters come between us, drove us up to Vejer today to watch the Three Kings parade.
It was like a very small carnival procession. The Three Kings were each in a separate float rather than on camels but there were also small children on donkeys and a marching band, lots of Guardia Civil and ambulances.
We understood the necessity of the following ambulances when the Kings, their helpers and the children on donkeys started chucking sweeties into the air and all the kids (and a fair few of the adults, including Jo) started scrambling around on the road like vacuum cleaners trying to hoover them up – some were holding umbrellas upside down as catchers, others had open bin liners, shopping bags etc., but no matter the method, the determination to harvest sweeties was the same. Jo said she only kept five, she gave the rest to some kiddies – Karina and I good-naturedly expressed our doubts about her counting ability.
The atmosphere was noisy, upbeat and exited, the Spanish didn’t seem to mind us foreigners in their midst and a good time was had by all. I’m sure I even spotted a few smiling dentists there, rubbing their hands with glee at the thought of charging for all those new dental caries they’re about to fill!
🙂 🙂 🙂