l'Olleria en Festes

It is now time for the fiestas in our village. As I write this, we are not quite certain what is happening when! There is a tannoy system in town, where the local news is read out over a speaker, but we can’t hear it from here. (Unless the wind is in the right direction, but then it is muffled – and it’s in Valenciano anyway!)

We do know that the Fiestas were officially opened on Friday night, with a big party, and massive fireworks. We were told that they would be lit at 10pm, but they also went off at 12:00 and again at 12:40. We could see them from the house, so we didn’t go in to town.

On Saturday, was the main ‘fiesta’, so we went down to investigate. It was rather odd, seeing the whole of the high street cut off from traffic, and lined with an assortment of garden and household chairs, for everyone to sit on. Trying to figure it out, we asked a random family ‘que passer?’ – what’s happening? To my amusement, she said – there’s a fiesta (I had figured that out!) I asked what time it starts and she replied midnight! Oh boy, another late night.

We went for a drink (or 4) and some tapas (Spanish snacks) and then at 11:30, went back to the high street. There were still loads of empty spaces, but we found a wall to sit on. (We spotted our neighbour too and waved!) At 11:50, the spectators suddenly appeared from everywhere. I don’t know where they hide, but they only come out when something is about to start!

At midnight, the parade begins. For Fiesta, read ‘parade’, for, apart from a few fireworks, we didn’t see anything else happen! That said, the parade was very impressive. There were floats of one sort or another, mostly dressed up tractors or small trucks, and accompanying groups. The first group appeared to be something to do with the countryside – the girls wore wellies and colourful mac’s and danced with umbrellas! Each group also had it’s own band marching behind. Because of this, there was quite a big gap between each group!

After the dancing ‘land army’ came an assortment of; waitresses; Robinson Crusoe and some shipwrecked people; cowgirls and Indians; prisoners and policemen; as well as loads of others. It took 2 hours for the entire parade to pass. (There also seemed to be a very high number of men, dressed as women, which seemed rather odd. Personally, I think it had something to do with the late hour, and the copious amounts of ‘falling down water’ that had evidently been consumed.)

Excellent evening – and all for free

Recortadores

In several villages around here, it is now Fiesta Time. It is different for every area. Last week, it was at ‘La Pobla Del Duc’, a village about 5 miles from here.

They had several nights of entertainment at the local bull ring (a temporary structure) as well as parades, and a huge ‘grape fight’, where everyone throws lots of bunches of grapes at each other.

We went to two nights at the bullring; the first was with professional people, (called Recortadores) who perform amazing stunts with the bulls. They goad the bull to charge, then, at the last second, they jump over the charging bull! The second night, it was just the local ‘have a go heros’ in the ring.

The Recortadores were excellent. As well as jumping over the bulls, they did lots of stunts. Sometimes there were two of them standing together, and as the bull charges, they simply parted, and the bull went between them. One of them even pole vaulted over the bull. Another 'game' was to try and hook a small metal ring with ribbons on it, over the bulls horn. It only counts if the bull is running towards you when the ring goes on (no sneaking up behind him!). They used several bulls during the course of the event, so that they didn’t get too tired. Good job really, because one of them jumped over the barrier 3 times. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the audience, but simply in the corridor the men usually use, to get away from the bull. It was very funny, watching everyone jump into the ring, instead of out! The oddest thing though, was that the entertainment didn’t even start until 11:30 pm. I guess that this is because it is simply too hot in the daytime! Oh yes – entry fee – 2 euros.

On the night of the ‘have a goes’ it was the same – very late and only 2 euros. Many of the lads were chicken really. They may have been in the ring, but they were only brave when behind the bull. There were 3 lads who were very good, one of them even doing a jump over the bull a few times. Excellent entertainment, with neither man nor bull being hurt.

Stairway to Heaven

Ed has started to build the steps from the middle terrace, to the top one, with the pool. They are a lovely curved shape, to counterbalance the curve further down the garden, around the walnut tree. The top two will be a little more difficult to lay, as the sides are not the same length. We don’t want to infringe on the pool any further, so some trial and error is required. However, Ed is like me, and spends a lot of time figuring things out in his head first, so I’m sure that when he moves on to do them, they will look brilliant.

As you can see, one gable of the pump house has also gone on now too. Is there no stopping this man?

Big Dogs

For those that want to see the puppies, here they are... bless the little darlings, they are about 11 months old already. Not so little now, about labrador size, which is really nice (apart from when they land on you unexpectedly!). In the video, the little darlings had discovered a baby lizzard... if you are lucky, you can see it run a few times, before Paddy finally picks it up! MUM - they love their new beds thank you; they take them everywhere... down the garden, up the drive...

Garden Fence

When Ed was doing the back filling, the neighbour down hill from us happened to be in her garden, pegging out some washing. We waved to each other, and she indicated her approval of the wall. In my terrible Spanish, I told her that it would be rendered and painted white. She then said something else to me, so I went right across to her. We then had a lovely little chat about ‘who knows what’ all in Spanish!

I think she said that her husband built their walls, and used to do their painting, but he is no longer there. She asked about the pool, and I explained that we had removed the tiles, and needed a new pump and filter system. Bless her, she said that we could use her pool (I think).

We also chatted about the dogs, and how, when they were puppies, they tried to pinch the granddaughters flip flops through the fence!

She was expecting friends that afternoon, so she went the, but it was lovely to have managed a little conversation, not just a smile and a wave.

The build goes on...

It seems never ending, but actually, Ed has already finished the wall! There is still a lot to do, in that we need to fill in the cavities in the breezeblocks, in the main wall, and the supporting pillars.

We have backfilled with the broken tiles from the pool, and also the clean gravel and soil. Here will be some settling of the soil, so we will then need to level off a little. This has to wait anyway, as we will be rendering the wall along the front, top, and 1 block at the back.

Ed has done a huge tidy up, and the garden now looks 10 times bigger than it was. It is wonderful. We can’t do much more for now, as the building suppliers are all shut for the rest of the month. I’m not complaining, it looks great.

Next step, is finishing off the pump house, and the steps.

Incy Wincy Spider

None of the insects in Spain are incy wincy.

There are beautiful colourful butterflies and dragonflies, amazing lizards, and scary wasps, but I got a bit of a shock yesterday. Ed called out “tarantula” and made a spider motion with his fingers. Ohh. He was ok, he was sitting in the digger at the time!

I carefully went to where he had seen it, and, sure enough a true and proper tarantula. I tried to get a close-up picture, but I was shaking too much to get a clear one!