The banging of drums, the trumpets, and tubas can be heard from everywhere in this little town. Party, party! The dance in a circle for hours! No dizziness! The party goes on for days.
The Locals grab us three girls to join in the dance. We must entertain them with our great dance moves, with our left feet. But the dance is easy enough. Over a little time, the three of us get the dance under control.
Looking around while the music blares in my ears, I notice we are the only tourists. The three amigas, the three musketeers, the three blind mice, that´s us.
They celebrate a Virgen. That´s all I know, involving eggs… A sculpture is made, that later in the night they start up with fireworks. The egglike things, spin. Everyone dances until the night ends, then they begin again.