Feria de la Mula
October 12th
The wind finally dropped today, to be replaced by a dusty smog . Today is a National Holiday of Hispanidad celebrating Spanishness, with the church bells waking us at 6.30 am. We went to a rural festival in the village of Arenas ~ Feria de la Mula ~ the Mule Fair, featuring a motley collection of mules, donkeys and horses, birds of prey, flamenco dancing and a giant paella and sangria. Arenas is 80 km from Alhaurin.
Finding the road to Arenas was a challenge in itself, which took an hour or so, as there were absolutely signs from the motorway or from the large town of Veija Malaga. Eventually after several attempts, we found the only road leading from the back streets of Veija Malaga, checking with a local that this was the road to Arenas – si arriba, arriba, arriba , arriba – on top, higher, higher, on top – arriba has many connotations.
We arrived in Arenas high in the coastal mountains about 1.30, having missed the judging of the mules, to a demonstration of birds of prey with a difference – the birds flying across the stage to land on the arms of children who had volunteered – a great hit with the kids. We then had traditional dancing from three groups of girls in their traditional dresses – very colourful.
The wind finally dropped today, to be replaced by a dusty smog . Today is a National Holiday of Hispanidad celebrating Spanishness, with the church bells waking us at 6.30 am. We went to a rural festival in the village of Arenas ~ Feria de la Mula ~ the Mule Fair, featuring a motley collection of mules, donkeys and horses, birds of prey, flamenco dancing and a giant paella and sangria. Arenas is 80 km from Alhaurin.
Finding the road to Arenas was a challenge in itself, which took an hour or so, as there were absolutely signs from the motorway or from the large town of Veija Malaga. Eventually after several attempts, we found the only road leading from the back streets of Veija Malaga, checking with a local that this was the road to Arenas – si arriba, arriba, arriba , arriba – on top, higher, higher, on top – arriba has many connotations.
We arrived in Arenas high in the coastal mountains about 1.30, having missed the judging of the mules, to a demonstration of birds of prey with a difference – the birds flying across the stage to land on the arms of children who had volunteered – a great hit with the kids. We then had traditional dancing from three groups of girls in their traditional dresses – very colourful.
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