|The Marching Horses|
|The lights of Tarifa|
|Women dressed in their finest Flamencos|
across something unexpected, something never mentioned in a guidebook, you just happened to be at the right place at the right time. I like to think of it as serendipity.
Adam and I were bummed when while in Bolonia, Spain and after visiting ancient Roman ruins, we were unable to find a parking spot for the beach. Since we’re not ones to wait in line for anything, we decided to make an unplanned trip to Tarifa. It couldn’t have been a more wonderful choice.
We drove to the downtown, and as usual, we headed for the older part of the city. After parking, we strolled through the maze-like streets and through plazas and then found ourselves dumped into the heart of festivities. When we asked a local restaurant owner about the celebration, he said it was the celebration of horses “and pigeons” or horses “and virgins”- we couldn’t determine exactly what it was. But there we were among the Spanish folk of Tarifa watching a parade, seeing beautiful horses prance down the street with matador-dressed riders, and woman in their finest flamenco dresses. There were bright lights and live music and happy patrons and people yelling “Ole”! Not sure if it was Ole for virgins or pigeons or both…
It was magical and it’s always at this moment that Adam and I look at each other, and without saying a thing, know what each other is thinking…. we feel as though we are the luckiest people on earth.
I bought several of the traditional flamenco earrings and hair fasteners for the shop to bring a little fiesta to your life! Look for them at our October market. Ole!!