(proper) Matri

Y llega el tercer día. Ya tanta agua había corrido por aquí, pero aun faltaban mucha más lágrimas. Empezando con un poco de emotividad y otro poco de melancolía mezclada con nostalgia al ver a la niña que va dejando la casa. Se le viste, se le acicala, se le prepara y luego la entrada del padre (previo pago a las niñas que cuidaban la puerta), unas dos palabras y un abrazo. Está ya todo dicho....



Afuera de la puerta del cuarto hay unas doscientas personas, afuera de la puerta de la casa otras quinientas, pero abajo en el parqueo un mar de no menos de cinco mil quinientos nos esperan. Una pequeña banda, una limosinita y dos minibuses para cargar a toda la gente...   ahora si, ¡la boda empezó!

It´s a cold night outside the wedding hall but we can just imagine what the atmosphere inside is like. Let´s get a hold of our weapons first: a short stroll to the tekel let us get our first beers (no alcohol inside the hall)

un paseito, una chelita, un cigarrito... pocas cosas cambian....

The hall reminds me of some places back home: plenty of nicely adorned tables, some decorations on the wall and a massive dance floor. It´s easy to guess what the main goal of the night will be...

Not too long after getting installed, the couple walks in. Years and years may pass but it´s still an emotional moment to see a woman in white and his beloved one in a tux walking into a hall... The chatting stops, the clapping starts, some (me) head for the dance floor to get a few shots, a few words here and there, someone cuts the cake, a second and a third tekel run, the party is in full swing now:

children running, the DJ playing his heart out,women crowding the dance floor, older ladies reaching for their wooden spoons, children still running around, some Crimean-Turkish beats, un poquiño de zapateo... zapateo? yeap, I remember back home, a wedding party at 4am is not a wedding unless someone starts dancing some traditional Landó or a Marinera. It´s not too different here, "hold my hand!" someone says, now we are going round and round, Halai they call it. Simple name for a squander of energy, in the good sense of the word of course :)

I´m in ecstasy: dancing left and right.

Looking at the dance floor, it´s safe to assume feet must have started hurting. Girls´ high heel shoes become a newly found obstacle on the floor. Go around them, jump over them, or simply move them out of the way, then raise your hands and keep on moving...

The dancing will continue for a while longer still. It will continue until the couple decides to leave us their bouquet as a present. Jumps, yells, scratches, everything is valid to get a hold of the bouquet.

After-party? Yes! we had been marked the first day as the "single people", so we all singles get together and find another place to dance in.. aaah Eskisehir...

ATAPUERCA!!!!!