Party part dos

After a brief siesta, we walked back up the hill to a sport shop to buy more tips for Julia's poles. When we stepped out of the store we were almost run over by a horde of children running down the street screaming loudly. They were being chased by a huge papermaiche bull. The parents and others followed afterwards along with the marching band and the enormous papermaiche kings and queens that we had seen earlier. We decided to join in the parade and we marched down the narrow street to the bullring and then back down another street, circling back to the main square. We waved to the people looking down from the balconies and sitting in the cafes,  including some fellow pilgrims who laughed when they saw us march by. 

Back in the main square, a band with singers/dance instructors revved up the crowd.  Everyone was out dancing in their white and red outfits. Grandmothers danced with their grand daughters, old and young couples, friends, everyone joined in the macarena-like dances. Eventually congo lines snaked through the square, sweeping up a bunch of Korean pilgrims along the way. They had huge grins on their faces as the danced by. 

It seemed like a good time to try to find dinner, so we turned down one of the small streets and were drawn to the amazing sunset. At the end of the street there were some old Roman ruins that housed an albergue. Beyond the albergue was a beautiful look out spot over the valley towards the setting sun. I heard my name called and looked back to see Max, the red head pilgrim from Atlanta waving out a window to us.

Still searching for dinner, we turned back to the  town and another pilgrim asked us if we spoke English. I said yes, and she said that a man had told her about a square around the corner that was selling kebabs and wine for a euro. We found the square and had some delicious spicy pork kebabs and wine with the local families. Quite a day!