saturday Evening

We all headed into town about 7.30 pm, and they took us down some streets we had not been down, savouring the intense atmosphere and crowds. Many families had brought their own horses and traps, and were driving around laughing and singing. Others rode around on horseback, as did some couples and children. Our friends took us for a drink in one of the big squares, insisting on treating us. We returned to camp about 10.30pm, and sat with them for a couple of hours, with the usual drinks and stories, poor old Roguilio having to translate for the others, although much became “lost in translation” the more we all had to drink.