La Feria de Abril
Our first few days in Sevilla
Jon and I were happy to arrive safe and sound in Sevilla Monday afternoon in the 405. We were both pleasantly surprised with the condition of the house, which has been vacant and closed up for the past few years.
A cleaner had been in the day before to give the place a spring clean and open up all the windows (I’ll load some pics of the house in a future post). The next few days were spent unpacking, making the place our own and catching up with Jon’s cousin Pepito and his wife Miate.
I was invited by Miate to go the ‘Ladies Day’ at La Feria (Spain’s most famous Flamenco Festival) with a group of her friends which I gladly accepted, although I was a little nervous about heading out without my translator. I knew it would be the best thing for kickstarting my tuition, a baptism of fire if you will into the Spanish language and culture.
The day began at a little bar where all Miate and I met with her friends for a chat and a cerveza. As each woman arrived they confidently paraded their dresses and twirled around referring to themselves as ‘guapa!’ . . .beautiful.
They are a really confident bunch these women of Seville, las Sevillanas.
We finished our drinks and took a short walk to a square where a horse and cart was waiting for us. We rode around the city and weaved our way towards La Feria while the chicas wholeheartedly chanted out local folk songs.
Once at La Feria we headed to our ‘caseta’ and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves with food, dance, singing and lots of laughter. At one point I even had half the people in the caseta singing ‘La Bumba’, the only Spanish song I know. The husbands joined us at 7pm and we continued our fiesta into the night going from caseta to caseta, Ole!