Wawadadakwa; “The night has already fallen when we enter Cordoba in our touring van.”
At the other side of the river ,in the far distance, we spot an enormous light bundle,…coming closer, we see a huge fair, bathing in light and sound. A spontaneous party vibe overflows the van in less than a minute. In between the typical fair attractions, hundreds of different tents are crammed with people drinking, eating and dancing.
We are told this is the annual Cordoba fair and the whole town doesn’t have to work for five days .We enter one of these tents while a classic of Boney M. is boosting through the speakers. All wearing the same yellow band shirt, we are soon spotted by our fellow Spaniards.
Approximating the center of the dance floor, we have the impression they all dance around us . Get some beers…,we will show these guys how to party!! We shake our bodies , we jump, we laugh, we dance,…more drinks, fuck, what a glorious feeling of pure happiness and unspoiled joy. Then, at once, at the peak of our party control ,the dj puts on a classic “sevillana”. All hands go up…. and here they go, all natural, rhythmically sliding there bodies next to each other, with measured foot passes and gentle controlled arm gestures. Open mouthed, we stand there in the middle of the dance floor, as a bunch of stupid tourists, all dressed up in their holiday outfit. As discrete as possible, we wisely head for the bar, concluding we ´re not yet capable to tame the Spanish “fury”,…but hey ,there was plenty of beer left ,….E Viva España !!!!