The blue and black shirted rugby team had a decided advantage with some big guys with huge legs, not unlike yours truly. I was disappointed not to be invited to participate.
Six teams, best 2 out of 3, and the rugby team was the grand champion.
All that excitement built an appetite, so we headed over to Placa De Font where we had a choice of a dozen cafes. Picking one cafe with an english menu and a lunch special our first item was sangria. Meals in Spain are usually first course, primary, and dessert. The first course is more than an appetizer. De Anne had the salad and I had an unusual pasta with mussels and a very thick garlic sauce. Nothing we have had here is bland.
We checked out another plaza and found workmen setting up for the soak. All these figures have multiple water jets linked to small fire hoes which guarantee anyone within 100 feet when activated will get drenched.
Note the workman making the final adjustment on the shell with a 4 nozzle sprayer behind.
Watermelon has several oscillating heads on top and several more jets in the face.
Our reconnoiter was complete and siesta time had arrived. Back to the apartment to build strength for the evening. I did take this picture on the way back fulfilling a promise from a previous post.
Also on the way back, I never get tired of this view of Miracle beach.
We hit the streets again at 8:00pm stopping for a while at each stage; although I admit we did not spend much time at the techno stage.
Dancers On the Rumbia. Note that McDonalds is everywhere.
A rav just starting in front of the Cathedral.
Our favorite group at Placa De Font.
This is all the buildup to Sunday and Monday the big days of the festival.
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