First though, there was a stop at Dinghy Dock, where a lot of oldies but goodies (and youngies?) made a Friday night a time of hugging and catching up. People were moving and mingling too quickly to really get a great shot but I did manage to corral this crew for a second.
|Lighting up the night with smiles|
|People chatting, kids running around, anticipation in the air|
|One of the big hits for the kids was cotton candy |
wrapped on a multi-colored light glow stick.
The girls wore them in their hair once the spun sugar was gone.
The boys...were boys. Gender type much? Hey, it's what I saw!
Then, slipping up quietly, the ferry arrived. The passenger ferry. Suddenly there was music, coming off the ferry (I was reminded of the times when the Three Kings would come in from the water - I miss that). It was grand!
|The musicians in their crisp guayaberas, with tambourines of different sizes |
and HORNS! Old songs I've heard a hundred times, rhythmic beats, familiar words.
Even if I don't know what they mean. My bad.
|They were pretty darn wonderful|
Then it was talking time. A welcome from Ivan's wife, and then the local Catholic priest giving a mini-sermon on light, our light, being the light, living in the light. Mayor Ivan took the mic and the countdown began.
Cuatro, tres, dos...
|Let there be lights!|
|That's a big bear!|
If you live here or spend much time here, you know that bulldozers are the method of choice for doing...just about anything. I've seen them as tow trucks, as ladders, as lifters of very heavy things (one year, when I still had the cart, someone took a trailer, apparently a long trailer, around the corner coming from the Dinghy Dock direction heading over the bridge. The trailer was going to wipe out my cart. Someone got a bulldozer and lifted up the back end of the trailer to re-align it so it could get around the corner without taking away my livelihood. I wasn't there to see it, thankfully - heart attacks are us - but I heard about it from a LOT of people).
So, a bulldozer as Santa's sleigh makes perfect sense. I just wonder where it came from. And probably always will. I could find out pretty easily but why spoil the mystery?
Have a scintillating Saturday! Do something shining.