Settling down here again.
Yesterday we went on the bikes to see the Fira de L’Ascenció in the Parc Firal. I hadn’t thought of having a celebration of Jesus’ ascension to heaven but it is a big festival here. One of the important aspects of the ascension is that Jesus levitated to heaven in his mortal body – he didn’t change first into something more spiritual. When you think of this it must have been an incredible and miraculous sight!
The Fira de L’Ascenció was much more down to earth.
We were greeted with stetson wearing line dancers and Irish music – Whisky in the Jar. There were hundreds of people selling things from cars to wooden sheds to sausages
And more sausages
As usual I found the idea of the Fira much more agreeable than the crowded noisy reality with some poor farm animals being gawped at and tickled by hordes of children.
There was a lovely stall selling honey from the Pyranees but we’d had enough of the commercial side of L’Ascenció by then
So we went back into Granollers centre and watched the dismanting of giants in the Porxada
Nestled behind the displays were rows of tidy tents housing the Granollers acampada.
Calling for something different – for change!