and was getting ready to celebrate. Carnival arrived. This time, instead of looking at the big city celebrations as an outsider, I joined a group of friends at the smaller village of Calvia.
The rustic rural village of Calvia became the focal point of festivities for the whole surrounding area. My friends and I settled in on the porch of the local restaurant Rosita's. The normally quiet streets where teeming in anticipation of the parade. Of course, in true Spanish style, it started two hours late. But, from our comfortable vantage point we where having a good time socializing. Muy tranquil as the locals would say. Thus, in true Spanish style, we did not care about the delay.
It was quite a crisp and cold winters day. we where all bundled up in coats and scarves. This of course, makes the parade quite different from the risque shows of flesh in carnivals like the one I saw in Trinidad many years ago
The advance guard of police vehicles and the noise behind them indicated that the parade was finally underway. the local villages came up with innovative costumes and themes. They varied from delightful home made ones to the more glossy store bought o
nes. So many people participated that the floats and paraders literally took hours to come past us.
From mad cows to matadors . . .Bewitching little ladies, floating flowers. Cute little Nemo's between a shark or two. and if there was any damsel in distress, she could decide if she wanted to swoon in front
of the pint high zorro, spiderman or superman.
Oh, and look, is that Brittney Spears by any chance? In miniture?
A fun day, all the more so for being shared by good friends.
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