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| A strong start at the Sevilla feria (it went downhill from there) |
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| What I WANTED to do this feria season! Oh well, there's always next year... |
This year I definitively lost my feriante
crown, lured by the excitement of a Spanish-American wedding on the East Coast
(our friends Ignacio and Mati have a bicultural son, Alejandro, who was an U.S.
Army Ranger and is now a offensive lineman for the Pittsburgh Steelers, for his
story see this link!).
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| The happy couple (for comparison's sake, Maddy the bride is over 6 ft. tall) |
Set, as many
weddings are, in the spring month of May, it overlapped perfectly with the
Puerto feria, my favorite. Decisions,
decisions! Friendship trumped showing
off to the music of bulerias, and we also had the added bonus of meeting Suzi
and Ethan in D.C. for this most memorable of wedding events—the meshing of
American and Spanish cultures and families!
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| What I missed: The portada or entrance gate of the Puerto feria. ¡Óle Toro! |
Nevertheless, we had a smashingly
successful pre-feria fiesta in our palace, complete with farolillos that turned
our interior patio into a mini-caseta.
Thanks to the skill of Enrique (the cantaor) and Jesule (the guitarrista),
our courtyard became a swirl of dancing and clapping for several hours.
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| A caseta inside our courtyard! |
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| Spooling up for feria |
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| Dancing the sevillanas |
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| A whirl of dancing and fun |
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| Jesule and Enrique with some buenas feriantes |
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| Tia takes center stage |
And before flying off to D.C. we did hit
the Rota feria with my cousins Stephan and Kristen, who had come to visit
during the month of May. Perfect timing
for them, too!
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| Feigning a fight in the sevillanas |
And the best was dancing
the sevillanas with the 15 or so people I’d taught over the last few
months—teaching is in my blood, I guess, and I got an extra kick out of sharing
this wonderful dance with first-time feria goers as well as those who’d always
wanted to learn the sevillanas (Brent and Lynn!!).
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| Lynn dancing the sevillanas!! |
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| ¡Óle tu, Brent! |
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| Bouquet of beauties |
The wedding was an all-weekend event; we
were very courteously invited to the rehearsal dinner at bride Maddy’s parents’
house, a gorgeous place alongside the Chesapeake Bay.
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| Fun on the Chesapeake |
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| Post-party ops at the hotel |
The main event was celebrated at a lovely
church, American-style with bridesmaids and Spanish-style with selected
readings in Spanish. The reception
rocked the house in a nearby winery, the newlyweds cutting the rug on their
first dance that initiated a non-stop, beautifully organized party for the next
5 hours.
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| With the bride, Paloma and Carmen (sisters of the groom), and the ever-present Angeline |
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| Fun with my sister |
I of course had to make up for lost feria
time by organizing a special bulerias routine with the Spanish contingent at
the reception. It got a little lost in
the shuffle, but hey, ¡buen intento!
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| Bulerias in America |
Back in Puerto, we were in time to catch the Jerez feria,
although the heat kept me out of the feria dresses. Tia and Sasha were big hits with the
Jerezanos!
Click here to see Tia and Sasha dance
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| Jerez is the best |
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| Family selfie |
Stephan and Kristen were the ultimate
perfect houseguests—super easy, extra enthusiastic, great fun to share this
beautiful country with, and game for just about anything.
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| Riding around in Jerez |
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| Cousin Stephan and Kristen take in the feria |
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| Kristen makes a beautiful feriante! |
We traveled to Algodonales to see the
re-enactment of the 2 de mayo battle in Algodonales, an event in which our
friend Alberto is dressed up, as are many of the Algodonales villagers, as
either French soldiers or 19th-century village rebels.
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| My friend Alberto as a Frenchie |
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| Ready to fight |
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| Here comes the French army!! |
And we also took them north to the
countryside of Alburquerque, to our familiar hotel rural with its chozos and a
horsebackride around the lake, and then off to the spa at Alange outside of
Merida, where the radioactive waters have been recognized for decades as a
healing source. My greatest regret is a
lack of battery power for my camera as Todd and Stephan got facials, complete
with shower caps!
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| The old Roman wall of the Alange balneario |
We ended up the feria season in Sanlúcar as
usual, dancing the night away in this center-of-the-city feria. Next year will be my last feria season for a
while, and I’m determined to regain my crown!
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| Ignacio and Mati in full feria mode |
