Posts Tagged ‘Feria’


In Practice, Production on September 7, 2011 at 10:13 am

Royal blue standards adorn the Puerta de Jerez, one each side of the mudejar archway. Suns radiant and the word LUZ emblazoned on either. Inside in the casco lights have gone up over the streets; red and white flower motifs and along the walls smaller pennants hang, also blue. I’ve seen it before – preparations for the arrival of the Virgen who will come to town tomorrow (eight thirty sharp) to take up residence for a week. Tarifa‘s Real Feria y Fiestas.

Last night I watched the coronation of the Reina Juvenil as I did last year and as was the case then there appeared to be a lot of minor roles going; at any rate there were a good few girls and young women in pretty, formal dresses and flowers by the ton. Flowers on their lap, in their hair, at their feet, on pedestals, all around them. They sat self consciously and soaked up the attention, and the pollen no doubt, seated in diagonal rows on the incandescently lit stage. Excited whispers, giggles, that kind of thing.

My second Reina, crowned.

The ceremony has gone up in the world – from the long palm lined alameda where it was held last year up to the refurbished square at the side of Tarifa’s magnificent new theatre. More

You Might Have Mentioned The Camels

In Practice, Production on June 22, 2011 at 7:24 am

These are the details; it slopes upward. The board. The board with the holes. The coloured holes and the one unmarked hole in between you and the coloured holes. The coloured holes you roll the wooden ball at. Somehow past the intervening large unmarked hole. Uphill.

The stupid fucking board. Uphill into the coloured holes and what then? The balls just come back. I roll them again. People are shouting. There is a man with a microphone.

I turn to K. Not easy between the physically assertive women either side of me. I plead with her. I hope that she can see the panic in my eyes.

“What is happening here?”

She responds with a flat stare. I don’t think I like how relatively relaxed she looks.

“Not sure”, she says.

Not sure. Great. I turn to the board again and apply my faculties. It slopes upward. There are coloured holes and another one that isn’t coloured. That would presumably be the bad hole. More