Once upon a time {1987 to be precise} the Basques came from far and wide–both young and old–to celebrate the history and exuberance of their culture. Though meant to be a one-time gig, Jaialdi ’87 was a hit. So much so, that the state requested another event in 1990. By that time, organizers were on a roll. Today, Jaialdi is a quinquennial celebration that includes mass, eating, drinking, song and dance.
Thankfully, everyone is invited to join the fun; and that’s precisely what I did Saturday afternoon…
As you might guess, there were people EVERYWHERE … ere go why the top of a head or part of an appendage is missing from a frame. You had to snap pictures fast and furious, before someone walked through your line of sight.
I did take a somewhat fabulous photo of a group of men in their silver vests and black berets. So debonair. However, once home, I realized one of the men was totally giving me the stink-eye. I thought about posting anyway—but realized I’d much rather live.
All in all, it was a great time of music, dance, and history. But the best part of all? Enjoying time spent with new friends and old…
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fabulous photos! especially the dancing old lady, and the window! Looks like so much fun!
That lady (and the guy behind her) was part of a group that just decided to break out in song and dance. They were actually our favorite part! And isn’t the window totally creepy?! Eek! I don’t know why I’m drawn to photograph things that give me the creeps …
ps. you gotta love the face of the old man behind dancing lady! hahahahaha
Wow!! This looks amazing and so much fun! I love how everyone is dressed in "costumes"?? …I had to put a question mark there…not sure if this is how people usually dress in your neck of the woods ;o) You took some amazing pics, my favorites is the feet shot!! It looks pretty peeking out from under that red skirt
WHAT?!! You mean they don’t dress like this in Jersey?!
Ha! That makes me laugh. Actually, it reminds of me when a friend and I went to school in Dallas for a couple years. When we first arrived people were shocked we lived in Idaho. So we made up this whole story about cowboys and indians … how we were the first people actually leave the state, so they held a grand parade in our honor and we got to ride in the town automobile down Main Street. We were cracking ourselves up; but some did believe us.
But I digress…
I would have loved to get a closer shot of the shoes … but, like I said, there were a TON of people!
I just love when you go out on your adventures! I feel as though I'm right there with you! Such fun! You're a fabulous photographer!