Dinner last night was on a marble bench in the center of the Rambia. As part of the ongoing Sant Magi festival, speciality food vendors were set up. After a slow stroll back and forth De Anne paused in front of a tent and called me over to see the whole hanging pig legs. A woman in the booth heard us and spoke to us in English. That sealed the deal and after some description from her we were the proud owners of two plates and a beer. The only place to sit was on a marble bench shared by a sitting statue of an elderly man. I will go back later and get a picture; however, at that point my focus was on food. One plate was hard spicy salami and extra spicy chorizo (sausage) with large slices of cheese cut from a wheel and hard local crackers. The other plate included more of the same crackers and the main treat - Jamon Iberica. This is the Spanish answer to Italian prosciutto. A dry cure ham that must be cut by hand just before eating. No cooking or smoking involved. Just two years of pressing and drying under the proper conditions. We watched the man in the tent carefully cut paper thin slices from a hog leg.
After our outdoor, gourmet feast we headed to the stage near the food tents and enjoyed several dance groups. The older women really knew how to shimmy.
We sorta know the town now and have an idea where to look for fun, so we headed a few blocks away to Placa De Font. De Anne spotted some commotion on a side street. Like a moth to the flame she picked up the pace, maneuvering her slim, agile body through the crowd leaving me to bull my way behind her. An impromptu human pyramid was under construction.
We slowly inched forward and waited, hoping for an encore. Our patience was rewarded with an impressive double tower.
The top climber safely on daddy's shoulders. Note the helmet.
It was getting late (for us - the locals were just warming up) so we headed home. The festival's official schedule includes a few activities that don't start until 3:00am.
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