Fiesta in my village

Oh dear, I heard the loud music, the laughter and the cheers coming from afar. I saw them passing under my balcony as I was still toiling on my nightmarish translation. I wanted to shout please wait for me, take me with you in your carriage. Me too I want to have flowers in my hair and enjoy the fiesta... Oh well they left without me and anyway the sad truth was that fiesta or not, duty came first. I wanted so much to see the horses’ exhibition but couldn't. (what is more beautiful than an Andalusian horse? mmm..an Arabian horse I suppose). There’s a bullfight this evening at 6pm but Monchéri and I are not really aficionados. Although the world of toreros and the underlying mythology of bullfighting arouses my curiosity, I still haven’t taken the step to actually attend a corrida in vivo and frankly I don't know if I ever will. I'm far from sharing Hemingway's passion for this fight between death and life, although I take great pleasure in watching the first paso (phase) of a corrida when the torero performs a dance-like series of steps teasing the bull but then I just can't take all that follows, the cutting of the ears and the killing. I think we'll go to Granada instead....

he looks so dreamy...
you'd never think he's going to a fiesta

isn't he cute ? as ever I can't help admiring how
Andalusian people keep to their tradition

Hope you're having a wonderful week end
and thank you for all your kind and encouraging words!
Yes, I delivered my translation on friday night
and now it's so nice to relax....

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