Yep.....told ya the fiestas were going to be crazy...

Our school danced the Kullawauda ("cuya-wahda"). We were divided up into blocks who danced together. I danced with the female teachers, Brad with the male teachers, then there were several groups of students, who danced according to age groups.

We started out Friday at 12:30 (no, really it was 3:00...that is the way things work here) at the gas station about 3/4 mile below town. Then we danced all the way into town, zigzagged around a few streets for a while, then arrived at the main plaza where the juice really turned up and we danced and shook with all we had. The whole thing lasted about 4.5 hours on Friday, and about 1.5-2 miles. Afterwards I was totally shattered, to say the least.

Saturday was much the same, except we began in town, rather than down at the gas station, so it was a little bit easier, and only about 3 hours. However, keep in mind that the streets aren't paved, so we were dancing on dirt, cobblestone, or sometimes, just big, loose, rocks.

Sunday, the dancing took a different direction, and we processed to the Calvario, which means that, like a parade behind the image of Our Lady of Anguish, we went up to the top of town where there is an old chapel, hung out there for a while, danced to the bands´music, then jived back down to town, made a few final passes through the plaza, and called it a night.

¡Viva la Virgen!