Now I managed to push open the windows , and I anxiously glanced quickly into the street below, ..In the house opposite, a frail old lady dressed in black, was looking furtively up and down the street, and then she made a run for the church, clutching her Bible to her bosom, and now she was in the church, and hopefully safe from the oncoming enemy....
From the corner of my eye I spotted the three legged dog, from the local bar,he was standing on his one good back leg, frantically clawing at his owners door, but it didn't work, and he landed in a heap, before racing to seek sanctity at the church, along with the old lady in black....
Now I could hear repeated explosions like the rat.tat a tat, of a machine gun...and as I stared at the direction of the noise, a wide eyed cat fled in terror, and did a magnificent leap to clear a wall, and then he was safe....
And then with the acrid taste of gunpowder in my throat, and my eyes bleary with smoke , I stared down at a motley group of men coming towards my house, and then I realised what was happening.....this wasn't a village in a war torn country, it was a small peublo in Andalucia, and yes it was the start of the fiestas.....Now we were in for seven days of wild 'going on' , late drunken nights and loud bands playing into the early hours..
So I turned to my wife, and said ...pass the bottle dear, if we can't beat them...we might as well join them......Cheers.....
So this is a glimpse of real Spain, ..don't miss it..! !
