Surviving Semana Santa

Wow, the internet finally works! The week just rolled along, lots of loud music, a few barrages of random explosives and lots of families excited to be hanging out at the beach for their Easter holiday. Roving bands of drummers and brass instruments worked the beach. They sound like much like a high school marching band. Maybe four or five drums rattling away, a tuba for base and some random brass instruments. Not designed for precision sound but for maximum joyous celebration. On the busiest days, there might be three within a hundred yards of each other turning the musical interlude into a battle of the discordant bands. We would wade through the humanity and swim out past the surf and take it all in from the sea.

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We spent a large portion of our days hidden away up on the terrace. We worked on learning some songs and tried some art. PJ found a stash of broken roof tiles and we are having fun throwing a bit of hobby paint on them. We go out and mingle with the crowd, but in all honesty, this hasn’t proven to be the most out going lot. The entitled kids with the giant stereo in the apartment right below us are downright hostile. It’s been an interesting week, with another week of vacation for some. Easter Sunday, the place emptied out, leaving maybe four campsites full of people. Miguel says there will be a few more coming but nothing like last week. Pretty calm, although the bombs keep dropping and the music, to a much lesser degree, still pumps from places off in the dark. It was worth hanging out to experience the excitement, but probably will leave for more peaceful environs if we’re here next time around. Sleep is a precious thing that seems to get rarer in the best of circumstances as I get older.