In the bowl

Returning to Soller this evening was like entering a little bit of madness. The sun had finally come out and so had the town to start

Es Firo!

We were all on telly somewhere or other, Ben and I watching the cart load up the Valente Donas, with Capitan Angelats looking on, a manic IB3 reporter whipping up the small crowd and the baker Toni Frau with his lovely black horse pulling the cart, cracking jokes to camera. Little Agu was hopping around in the background of another interview somewhere. I was trying to persuade the boys to do the traditional 1970's bunny ears and "Hello Mum!" behind the Mayor in his best suit, but they were far to well behaved. What have I done wrong?

As of now, we will be surrounded by the bangs and mayhem, music, dancing and cameras. I'm just wondering which side of the glass to be on.