There we were, my pal Maria and I, sitting out on a terrace enjoying our coffees (spiked with a good ol’ slosh of rum) on this beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon, when this whole shebang suddenly came trundling past us out of nowhere.
Maria told me that it’s part of the El Rocio Pilgrimage, which started out as an Andalusian custom. Hence the Flamenco-style dresses, which, although considered to be the epitome of ‘Spanish’ by the average tourist, are only really traditional in Andalusia, and, in particular, the town of Seville. In other words, this whole commotion seemed completely out of place in Toledo.
Really courful and interesting, especially that last shot.
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Thanks 🙂
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Is the miserable looking one in the middle Latvian??
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She’s definitely having a ‘Latvian moment’. I’ve got my money on that appearing as a new entry in the next edition of the Oxford English Dictionary.
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How great would that be?! We could also add ‘snot rocketing’… 😉
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