Sunday 26 February 2012
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| Church in Cadiz |
We left Tarifa in anticipation of the Carnaval in Cadiz, and it did not disappoint. Driving closer and closer to the center of all the happenings we began seeing children and adults alike in costumes of all sorts. After parking we grabbed a couple scrumptious ham, cheese and date pastries, then we walked into the center of the old town. It’s safe to say we were not expecting so much music, which was a very pleasant surprise! Tons and tons of singing groups (some a capella, some backed by instruments) seemed to appear out of nowhere, and all were in costume, whether they were homemade or store bought. Being in choir for four years, Nicole especially appreciated how tight ALL the groups were with their harmonies, and their facial expressions were more than enough to let you know what the song was about (though we probably missed a few bawdy punch lines because of the language barrier). Even though the groups on floats in the parade often had a more polished look, there was no difference in talent to the “parade” groups and the “street” groups. There was so much life all around, especially with costumed kids darting through the crowds, running free for the day. We three sat in a plaza for a while sipping beers and Fantas, taking in the sights and sounds.
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| ¡Sangre! |
Though our minds were buzzing with excitement, our feet were honestly quite weary, and with the festivities ending at 6 anyway we decided to call it a day, though not before Dian purchased a Spanish hat to blend in with the others. Charles and Nicole shook their heads, wondering where the heck they were going to put the dang thing.
Seeing a poster for the carnival in a restaurant, we asked the waiter if we could have it. He said it was fine, on the condition that we take a picture of ourselves with it once we were back in LA. Deal!
We were able to find the same free camping spot we’d caught a glimpse of on our way in, and after Dian “unknowingly” intruded upon a young surfer putting on his pants near his car to ask if it was okay to stay there (which he confirmed) we had dinner and dozed off with the singers’ dulcet tones still ringing in our ears.
We left Tarifa in anticipation of the Carnaval in Cadiz, and it did not disappoint. Driving closer and closer to the center of all the happenings we began seeing children and adults alike in costumes of all sorts. After parking we grabbed a couple scrumptious ham, cheese and date pastries, then we walked into the center of the old town. It’s safe to say we were not expecting so much music, which was a very pleasant surprise! Tons and tons of singing groups (some a capella, some backed by instruments) seemed to appear out of nowhere, and all were in costume, whether they were homemade or store bought. Being in choir for four years, Nicole especially appreciated how tight ALL the groups were with their harmonies, and their facial expressions were more than enough to let you know what the song was about (though we probably missed a few bawdy punch lines because of the language barrier). Even though the groups on floats in the parade often had a more polished look, there was no difference in talent to the “parade” groups and the “street” groups. There was so much life all around, especially with costumed kids darting through the crowds, running free for the day. We three sat in a plaza for a while sipping beers and Fantas, taking in the sights and sounds.
Though our minds were buzzing with excitement, our feet were honestly quite weary, and with the festivities ending at 6 anyway we decided to call it a day, though not before Dian purchased a Spanish hat to blend in with the others. Charles and Nicole shook their heads, wondering where the heck they were going to put the dang thing.
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