The fiesta of Santa Tecla as usual comes on the middle weekend of our holiday. And with it fireworks. Twenty glorious minutes of them starting at 11pm. Our balcony is a good place to view them. Tonight they shoot up, explode and scatter their brilliant drooping fronds against a gibbous moon which hangs persistently in the dark sky when the lights have faded. Meanwhile observing the display from an adjacent piece of sky is a radio controlled flying machine, a sort of model helicopter, which hovers above the sea, transmitting photographs I suppose to a monitor on the beach where a shadowy group of people are bringing a new dimension to Santa Tecla. It zooms up, its red and yellow navigation lights unblinking in the sky well to the left of the fireworks. After a while it glides down to the dark beach and lands in a designated spot on the sand.
This windy morning a silvery sun gives the waves an oily sheen as they gather and break on the beach.
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