For ten solid days, about fifty feet outside our apartment, the entire population of RSJ has been partying down for the annual Patronales festival, complete with cotton candy, rides, ear-crushingly loud music until 3am, lots of beer, and of course... horses.
Suffice to say, we haven't slept much in the last week or so- and our block smells like a stale beer/bathroom/farm/funnelcake. Trust us- this soiree makes the Abilene County Fair and Rodeo seem like the World's Fair.
We did however, "join 'em" when we realized we couldn't "beat 'em", by taking our boys over on Wednesday night for some cotton candy and a few tickets to ride. I allowed the boys to convince me to put my life into an unknown Dominican technician's hands by stepping onto the Ferris Wheel. It looked like an original model from 1893- held together by JB Weld and chewing gum- and I'm pretty sure that someone has "souped" this one up- it goes faster than any ferris wheel should be allowed to go. In any case- I survived and impressed our boys by not puking or crying when they started rocking our chair and leaning/ nearly diving out over the lap bar while it accelerated.
Everything will be over on Sunday night/Monday morning- let's hope!
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