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Happy, happy, joy, joy:
The main event went on for an hour or more, rain moving through with little effect (the performers carried happily on, spectators unfurled umbrellas or pulled on rain gear), flouncing off when it tired of being a pain in the butt. After the final number, the activity moved up the hill away from the amphitheater, to stranger, quieter things -- mysterious performances in nearby woods. Slow-moving, cryptic, largely silent, dealing in images reminiscent of the kind of primal myths and symbolism that pagan, agrarian folk might come up with.
A little heavier than I'd been looking for, demanding more patience and intellectual heft than my little brain was prepared to marshall. I was ready for music, spectacle, wackiness -- the darker, deeper material could only hold me for so long. On top of which, my bladder was signaling for attention in a way that could only be ignored at the risk of public disgrace.
The facilities: Hootenanny HotelMy companion felt more or less the same (minus the bladder thing). The ride home took place under gray skies, through intensely localized rainstorms, the car moving through curtains of rain (from no precipitation into torrential downpour, from torrential downpour to rainless tranquility, literally as if moving through a curtain). My companion had to make an 8 a.m. flight in Burlington the next morning, an hour's drive from here. Which meant pulling myself out of my nice, comfy, peaceful bed at an authentically ungodly hour. So that once we got back to the house, the rest of the evening passed quietly, apart from me making my guest watch the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode.
The weekend passed so quickly it had a surreal feel, as have the subsequent days, especially with the weather cycling the way it's been. That finally stopped today with the arrival of an entire day's worth of primordial conditions (cool rain, mist, low gray skies).
Nice, actually, in an introspective way. A day to stay home, get things done inside, make comfort food, do some reading.
But I blather.
I've overdone the photo bit with this entry, I know. I'll show some restraint in the future. Sometime. Maybe after this one last image from Bread & Puppet.
Madrid, te echo de menos.
rws 6:27 PM [+]
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