In a few days it will be the celebration of the patron saint of our village. The villagers are looking forward to it.
The church band is rehearsing, hopefully for the last time on their worn-out instruments. Multicolored flags and banners hang in the streets, crates of cooled beer were brought in.
The fireworks will probably be breathtaking again.
Steady on, Platero. I put some clothes in the saddlebag so we can get as far away as possible.