I haven’t been a good blogger lately and I admire all the travel bloggers I follow who manage to consistently write. I really wonder how you all do it, maintaining a consistent writing schedule even when traveling, living life or having unexpected things come up (or even, when you have writers block/don’t feel compelled to write)! I have to admit, writing and figuring out just how I want to play my cards for GULP, my last 2 months in Basque Country/Spain/Europe has gone out the window…
I’ve worn myself out after a crazy few weeks of intensive traveling with my mom and a week of trying to recuperate, which hasn’t been so successful when the sun made a grand appearance in Vitoria- Gasteiz last week for 5 days straight with temperatures soaring in the 80’s and 90’s. This meant one thing: I was outside aprovechando el sol because I’‘m used to gray skies and cold weather in my adopted town. I had to be outside.
But it’s Friday and I’m going to try really really hard to keep on this series I created a month ago, Flashback Fridays, where I choose a photo and share a story or idea about it!
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I attended the magical LA Feria de Abril-a week long festival in Sevilla that begins 2 weeks after Easter Sunday, where temporary tents, known as casetas, are erected as bars serving up raciones (plates of food) and the classic feria drink Rebujito, a mix of 7-up and Sherry de Manzanilla. The catch to la feria de Abril is all the casetas are private, which means you have to be a member to have the privilege to enter (pay a membership fee that can be anywhere from 75 euros- 1000). When I booked my hostel months in advance and excitedly told Andalucians I was going to la feria de Abril, they all looked at me and gave me the same response, “The casetas are private, you won’t be able to get in” basically implying that I was wasting my time to even try. The only person who encouraged me was my temporary Spanish flat mate, who said, you won’t have any issue if you chat it up with the door men and show off how guiri you are, aka, highlight the fact I’m from California and really want to experience the festival… because though she’s from Andalucia, she did exactly the same thing sin verguenza and had a grand time. All the naysayers didn’t know is they just fueled my fire and curiosity because when you tell me I can’t do something, it makes me even more curious to find a way… AND THAT I DID.
Through a bit of luck and some contacts, I found myself in las casetas to experience and try to understand what Feria is all about. I was just short of wearing a traje de gitana.
Though a grand part of the feria is socializing, dancing sevillanas (a form of Flamenco), eating and drinking in the casetas, it’s also fun roaming around and seeing all the women dressed to the nines in their traje de gitana dress and horse carriages by day. It’s like being taken back in time.
I hope to have an opportunity to return one day to this feria and next time, wear a traje de gitana.