At the fair, as in life, everything is RISK
2:00 p.m. The Whatsapp group of your friends is fuming, some of them have already been able to escape from work and are on the desert center of Albacete taking the first You take direction Fair and...
3:00 p.m. The parade begins for roundels (inside the fairgrounds) . A lining plate from here, some prawns from there, another talk from fried cheese , some scrambled eggs at Zancas... the group of friends, all already wearing sunglasses and with slightly red cheeks, gobble up all kinds of food.
4:20 p.m. The body asks for sweet . "Come on, some miguelitos ”, six votes in favor and one abstention. Box of miguelitos from ** La Roda ** and a bottle of El Gaitero cider, that is the typical dessert of the Fair. They are usually eaten standing up, with a feeling of discomfort, heated , surrounded by people and with the corners of the lips white from the first bite.
Everyone is looking for napkins and there is a kind of zombie pilgrimage to each and every one of the tables, when you get them, they are those napkins that do not clean anything and you give up. You ask for another box.
5:00 p.m. The first discrepancy appears within the group. The first of many. some need coffee and others are drunk on themselves, the craving overwhelms them. Finally the seconds yield and the group goes to White Horse Coffees for a shot of caffeine.
5:15 p.m. Here comes one of the things that most surprises foreigners. At the fair, the typical drink is the mojito, It could be him wine or hunting , but no, it's the mojito.
6:30 p.m. The fairground begins to fill up and the atmosphere is jovial, so much so that the bodies begin to ask for war. “Come on, leave Ateneo, let's go to the pavilion to have some dances”, well, that's where we're going. The temple is in the center of the enclosure and it's like a Trade Fair, there are people of all ages. What does that mean? Which is very likely to be your mother, your father or some uncle of yours.
8:30 p.m. The group begins to show obvious cracks, it is not yet the executive of the PSOE but the division is clear . The most prudent and presumptuous go home to have a drink, have a blink and have dinner at home, then shower and come back at night dressed in gala. The strongest (come on, those who live further away) prefer dinner at the fair and try to hold on until the body says enough.
9:08 p.m. Moment in which people remember her partner that she has not been able to come and that she works 300 kilometers away. Must to celebrate something. holiday is the verb we use to pamper ourselves at the fair , it is a custom: enter the Crafts Fair and let yourself go.
9:30 p.m. Suddenly the proportion of people with gel and shirt increases. The bulls have finished.
10:30 p.m. Those who have decided to stay come together again to try to have dinner. At lunchtime they have already opted for the delicacies, with dinner there will be less modern food. A bit of ear, fried tail, a portion of orza loin and to finish off a loin and cheese sandwich . One cannot be at the Fair at night in any way.
11:45 p.m. Those who went home to eat dinner, shower and dress up, rejoin the group. They get the feeling that their friends are beaten to a pulp, but they still cheer to keep the group strong.
3:00 a.m. The surroundings of the fair are like Kabul when there is a market, the mobiles do not go. You cannot call or send Whatsapps, so there is only the option of SMS . Distracted units are summoned in the fair skewer and they appear little by little. The skewer is the place of the Fair where there are more people, but we stay there to be able to continue greeting people and thus delay any plans we have.
3:10 a.m. . The spike is like a Federal Congress, it's the skewer but it could be Ferraz . Those who have become handsome want go to the tents (closer to the disco concept) and those who have spent a thousand hours prefer stay in the circles (outdoors, more informal) .
Half an hour trying to get together to end up dividing again. "I'm going to the 300 , there you stay”. The nonsense is total . When that friend said goodbye, a friend and her boyfriend appeared with a 2x2 Tweety teddy that had touched them in a penalty shootout.
4:10 a.m. One way or another the group gets back together. "Well, it seems that there is hunger, huh..." says one, and that phrase spreads like a virus. Telling anecdotes of the whole day, almost 14 hours of expedition, the gang retraces the path and crosses the fair ride until reaching the two references of nocturnal feeding. Uranga Burgers and the McDonalds, yes, the Feria de Albacete has McDonalds, a casetilla that is only assembled from September 7 to 17 . We are traditional but we are open to everything that can get fat.
4:50 a.m. The night ends between hugs and triumphant phrases . The 1,250 calories of the hamburger has restored the morale of the troops. "Tomorrow as we wake up we talk to see if we come to eat at the Fair", with that toast to the sun ends the night. No one will wake up before 3:30 p.m.