Happy New Year!
New Year’s Eve was noisy and busy at Casa Campana as we let the new year in with a fiesta. Jim and I would like to wish all friends, family and guests (past, present and future) a wonderful 2009.
On the 5th January we had the usual Cabalgata (procession) of the 3 Kings. The procession seemed shorter than usual. This year we were lucky enough to see it from Fran’s roof terrace snaking its way through the Matrera Gate and up, up, UP into the heart of the old town. One float for each King and then 3 more dotted inbetween with local kids dressed up as fairies, spiderman(!) and Mickey Mouse. The floats are pulled along by tractors, which only just fit the narrow streets. I worry the huge wheels will crush a child in the surge to grab sweets (certainly there are some professional sweet grabbers there and they won’t let anyone or anything get in their way!) This year I located Joe and Maggie on top of a sherry barrel. This was a good move: 1) Maggie can hide behind Joe (she’s terrified of the Kings); 2) they are high up (the Kings see them and throw them things directly) and I don’t need to bear their weight!; and 3) the tractor wheels can’t get them.
The kings generally throw sweets (jelly ones, so they aren’t too hard when they rain down on you), cuddly toys and footballs. Well this year we did well: 6 footballs (one covered in leather), 4 small cuddly dogs and a few kilos of jelly sweets. Unfortunately, I am the only person in Casa Campana who eats the jelly sweets. Ahhh!

We hung out in our usual spot and I was delighted to see Blas there (see photo above). Blas is a neighbour of ours and it is always reassuring to see him walking the streets with a fag hanging out the corner of his mouth. This year like the 4 previous ones he was in his spot awaiting the Kings. I wish now we’d taken a photo every year, because he is ALWAYS in the same place. Long may it continue.
While we got plenty of gifts, local people were complaining about the lack of gifts being thrown. Certainly once the procession had passed there wasn’t anybody left on the streets or drinking in the bars like previous years. The street cleaners passed by scraping up the trodden jelly sweets and we went home.
Emma

. Thieves fled with adornment jewels which, according to town historian Manuel Perez Regordán, are worth millions of euros.
The once mighty Guadalete meanders around Arcos much as it always has, except that with the creation of the man-made lake (1962) water flowing into it is regulated. That means it’s little more than a steady trickle in places. There’s no denying that the Guadalete has been neglected, which probably wasn’t the case in the old days when locals used to swim and wash their clothes in it - see the photograph left, which was taken in the 1940s.
has to think hard about how to go about it. In our case, we have needed permission to close the street for seven days. But there must still be emergency access should an ambulance need to come up here. So traditional scaffolding is a no-no. In the end we plumped for La Tijera, The Scissor. As you can see in the photo it’s a concertina affair. And it works like a dream.