La Palma isn’t a big island, but it still takes almost 2 hours to drive from Breña Baja to Puntagorda. I found most of the blossom had been spoiled by the bad weather last week, but it was still pretty. (In a good year, the whole hillside turns pink.) Then I got sidetracked into visiting a friend’s barbecue, and very nice, too. I finally got to the main fiesta just as they were packing up, at 10 pm. This is amazingly early for a Canarian fiesta, but they danced half the night on Saturday, and they all had to get up on Monday morning.
A lot of German hippies live in and around Puntagorda, and they seem to get on very well with the locals. Here’s one playing the didgeridoo at the end of the fiesta.
You can see that people had a good time! One of the locals was embarrassed to see my photographing this, but I don’t like rooms that are so tidy you’re scared to sit down, and I think villages are supposed to get messy when they’ve had a good party. Besides, the street cleaners were already hard at work, and I expect it’ll all be clean and tidy by the time I post this.
Even though the band had left, and most of the stalls were packing up, a few people still gathered round the last open bar. As usual, people were merry, but nobody was outright drunk, and nobody was annoying. In fact I got two offers of bed and breakfast, but neither gentleman took offence when I said that, sorry, I was going home to my husband.