This time last week I was at a San Anton Party, and walking back home at 2.00am the world was bathed in a silver blue light, no need for torches while coming back down through the olive trees. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be flying over the land looking down on the moonlit countryside.
By the bonfire, my friend Ruth, and the "guy" still standing high and then me and the guy's succumbed to the fire. Asked what the word for hoguera was in English, told them and this led to speculation as to what the "bon" meant, turns out nothing to do with French, but derives from from 15th century word banefore or bonefire, a fire for burning bones on.... hmmmm...The cold and the thick white frost this morning make me think of Christmas in the UK... it seems the only photos I took there were of frozen ponds...
