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In Which We Meet The Men In Hats
March 22, 2008 by Mike
Tarifa
No biking to speak of in the last few days. Just rain, dog-walking, sunbathing, wind, more rain, more sunbathing, house red and a couple of long nights down in town. (Julio: why do I always feel this rough the morning after a night out with you?)
It's Semana Santa -- Easter week -- which means a lot more here than I have ever noticed in the UK. For half the population, it's a chance to take time off work, drink all night and sleep all day. For the other half, it's a chance to wander the streets wearing Ku Klux Klan style headgear, smelling of incense and, quite possibly, communion wine.
Lucas calls them The Men In Hats. Possibly even more remarkable than Men Without Hats.
I have done my best to observe both tribes -- for research purposes only, you understand. Which of them is truly the happiest, I can't say. But I know which one *looks* like they're having the most fun.
And only one of them insists on dragging their young children out late into the night wearing pointlessly pointy hats and inculcating them with their beliefs. Maybe there are only so many babysitters to go round, and next year they'll swap round?
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