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Madness and Talcum powder

Another Tuesday and another quandry in the offing. The carnaval has begun, at least in the island capital, and with it will very soon bring Los Indianos...spelling? A day with an historical importance which I have yet to fully understand, but I believe with strong links to Cuba,

The main street, Calle Real becomes packed with revellers all dressed in white and for some reason showering talcum powder on each other. There are bands playing mostly traditional music, and yes I like the rythm (s) but packed in with talcum wealding strangers I dont need. 

I did attend one year, subsequent years were cancelled thanks to COVID and post plague I went but could not find a parking space even stretching to the outskirts of the capital. Bus services are augmented but similarly become packed and me? just want to take a picture or two.

Party pooper that I have become, as the day wears on alcohol starts to take its toll on the revelers, and I really do not want to be there,

Last years I took my neighbours, a Spanish couple but simply dropped them  amd their booze supply off before heading back to the countryside.

 So if I should go for a little while, and find a parking spot, look for the fotos on here....covered in talcum.

Not football

 No, not football, but created by my talented partner.

A couple of photos

A couple of photos from the continuing football journey to nowhere.

Although I must confess to feeling a little pride when I become recognized in the street, ¡Hey Escocés!😊 

Seldom do I know whom they are which I fear becomes border line rudeness, thus I must feign recognition.

No one believes me when I relate my shy days are waiting round the corner, especially  when I must conduct any gambit opening or otherwise in an idiom still quite foreign to these Scottish ears. 

Nonetheless, still here 17 or so years on as time seems to have reached warp speed.

With a couple of photos and a journey to nowhere. 

Goodnight.

Futbol en La Palma

 

3.49 am

Yes indeed 3.49 am, And I am awake. An age thing? Maybe I should forgoe the afternoon siesta? The extra cup of Nescafe? 

The feline community dont seem to mind, in fact they encourage nightime snacks, but of course.

So I take the opportunity to struggle with information tech, even here on this blog there are many tools which I have yet to use.

So if anyone can help?  Meantime the clock on the wall says it is now 4. 14 am,,,,and counting,

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the still of the countryside

Sitting in the still of the countryside, its late or early if you prefer. No karaoke just occasional hoot from resident owls on their night duty.

The sun has melted into the mountains, Sublime is one description,

A late afternoon on the terrace with a bad short story that some publisher has foolishly requested I review,

My usual recompense is a gracias and little else. Or just a keep the book. but wait, a more tangible reward, can it be? a stray euro or two?

When I see the obscene ammounts media people are paid my concience. which used to trap me in guilt, is clear.

So keep the books coming, and let me continue to enjoy the still of the countryside.