The parties

The Parties
            From time to time there would be birthday parties, or just parties when the mood took us. Many local people joined in and the atmosphere was good. This is a photo of one of the parties outside a local bar. Isabel is dancing with Mari Carmen (On the right), who's son Paco, is going to break the hearts of chicas in Olvera in a few years time.

 

          At the summertime ferier I took a photo of Paco laughing at something that was happening onstage. I later painted a picture from the photo and this was the result. Later on I painted the grandfather of Paco. He is called Paco too, paco´s son is called Paco too just like his dad. If you stand in the middloof Olvera and shout Paco fifty people will turn round to see who is shouting at them.
Anyway, this is Paco juniar followed by Paco´s grandad.

 

 

 

The first Spanish classes Christmas party was in a big hall on the edge of town. The hall was huge and we only filled a quarter of it. All the classes from Olvera were there, together with everybody from the local from the local villages as well. The food was spectacular. I think we paid 20€ a head, but we got a lot more than that in value. After the meal we all danced and everybody went home happy and content. The important thing is that we were with Spanish people and not just a group of Brits. I enjoyed these days and have some of my best memories of Olvera from this time.

The first photo is of the dining room. We only filled a third of this space. 

 

The dining room. We only filled  a third of the space. 

 

 

 

                          Our table.

              Dancing later. Our teacher for that year is the tall lady in the centre.

 

Once after a party in a local bar some of us decided to go to the Olvera nightclup/ disco.

Daryl and his wife had their dog with them. When they tried to go into the disco the doorman quite reasonably refused to let the dog in. There was a little argument and in the end he agreed to let the dog in. Everybody had to have their hand stampped with a rubber stamp so they could leave and come back later or go outside and have a smoke. The little white dog got a rubber stamp on the top of his head. By this time we were all rolling around laughing, but the dog went in the disco with us.