Feria 2012 has begun in Sevilla. It’s the annual spring fair, first held in 1846. I’ve been invited by Albert to one of the “casetas,” private marquee tents owned by a group of friends, a company, or an association. Members and their guests use the spaces for eating, drinking, and dancing. San Geraldo has of course been invited, as well. But we all know a small caseta filled with partiers will not be his idea of a good time. Albert (wise man) suggested I check it out on my own tonight and decide if it’s something I think Jerry would enjoy.
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In addition to the invitation-only casetas, there are several open to the public; those are sponsored by companies or by each of the neighborhoods of the city. There are a total of 1,040 casetas this year. One thousand forty!
The rest of the week will be spent exploring the entire fair by day and night — the equestrian displays, the rides, the food, the games (Jerry hopes to find his rubber-frog and catapult game… more about that later), the costumes, the singing, the dancing.
As for tonight, I have been forewarned by Albert (my host and resident expert on everything Sevillano) that:
1) I should be prepared to party through the night (well, I can at least last longer than San Geraldo); and
2) I need to “dress” (sports jacket) or the portero (doorman) will not let me enter the caseta no matter who I know inside.
So, I’ve got my outfit selected and will even iron a shirt for the occasion. I’m wearing a jacket and tie. But, given what I saw on the streets Saturday, I wonder if ‘traditional’ flamenco in hot pink would be a better choice. Nope, pink is not my color. Anyway, I really don’t think it’s what Albert had in mind when he said “dress.” Besides, Lola will be there looking stunning I’m sure in her flamenco dress and I wouldn’t want to steal any of her thunder.