Feria Del Rosario Fine Finery

After a summer of never being quite sure where I was when I woke up in the morning, I am finally a little less confused.

We’re beginning to settle back into some sort of routine, getting used to the fact that daily emails and weekly Skypes with The Dowager Duchess are no longer a part of it.

One thing that makes it clear we’re back in Spain is the fact that, within two weeks of our return, there’s another fair in town.

This is the Annual Fiesta del Rosario, which commemorates the 1571 victory of a coalition of European Catholic maritime states (mostly financed by the Spanish Empire) in a major naval battle against the Ottoman Empire.

I have a feeling most contemporary celebrants have no idea. It’s just another excuse to get decked out. ride your horse to Fuengirola’s fairgrounds … and dance.

(Lots of photos. No captions. Click to enlarge and imagine your own stories.)

OK, ONE CAPTION: THIS MADE ME THINK OF THE SONG “TRADITION” IN “FIDDLER ON THE ROOF.”
“OF COURSE, THERE WAS THE TIME WHEN HE SOLD HIM A HORSE BUT DELIVERED A MULE.”

Horsefeathers

There’s so much to see at Fuengirola’s annual Feria (fair). To be clear, there’s more than one annual fair in Fuengirola. This week’s annual event is to honour the Virgin of the Rosary. She was processed (that’s pro-CEST as opposed to PRAH-cest) from the church this week. I’ve seen her before and wanted instead to see the horses and costumes as they arrived at the fairgrounds. Here, today, are the horses (mostly).

(Click any image to equestriansize.)

A HORSE BITES OFF A WOMAN’S HEAD AS HER FRIEND LOOKS ON.
HORSEFEATHERS*!
(*POLITE AMERICAN SLANG FOR HORSESHIT OR BULLSHIT.)
THE FIRST ARRIVALS. THE ADULTS WENT FOR A BEER AND
ARGUED A BIT BEFORE ENTERING THE FAIRGROUNDS.
PURE CLASS OUTSIDE ON THE NEARBY PLAZA.
STOPPING FOR A SARSAPARILLA AT A LOCAL SALOON.
(ACTUALLY, STOPPING FOR A FANTA ORANGE.)
SPANISH MAN SMOKING CUBAN CIGAR ON ARABIAN HORSE?*
*(REALLY, ANDALUSIAN — ALSO PURE SPANISH — HORSES, NOT ARABIAN.)
THE FAIRGROUNDS’ STREETS WERE STILL FAIRLY EMPTY,
BUT PEOPLE KEPT WALKING IN FRONT OF MY SHOTS.
APPLYING LIPSTICK AS SHE RIDES.
A TASTE OF TOMORROW:
THE TRADITIONAL COSTUMES.