since it was the holy day of gracia, everything was closed but lisa, clare and i nonetheless walked around everywhere and i proudly showed them my favourite spots. by the time we met my aussie friend bink and spanish friends julia and enric, we were ready for our second wind to kick in.
the fiesta de gracia was in full swing complete with drum bands, huge 5 metre high puppets depicting historical figures, traditional dancers and army guys all mingling with street crowds closed to motorist traffic. loved the human towers 6-storeys high with ever-diminutive members climbing monkey-like to the top. in one heart-stopping moment, the entire tower began teetering dangerously as a collective gasp escaped from the crowd. still, they managed to stabilize and all was right as rain.
we caught some of the artisan action and open-air music but had the crap scared out of us when something sounding like canons went off right next to us in the crowd. not only was the sound deafening but the vibrations from the blasts struck right to the heart of our chests. seems the spanish are well-known for firing muskets and heavy-duty fireworks into the crowd. a tribute to the civil war? maybe. i just think it was men being a little gun-crazy! when it comes to public safety, you might say that spain is far from the leader of the pack!
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