Monday, May 2, 2011

Fiesta fever

A couple weeks ago Braedan and I came down with a little bit of Fiesta fever. The following captured the spirit, tradition and frenzy we experienced at some of the weekend events.




I stepped out to NIOSA (Night in Old San Antonio) with my sister, the second best date behind the hubby of course. She gladly joined me as we met up with some girlfriends, and I made sure to get a nice picture of us before we sunk our teeth into some good eats.

This is an anticucho, which are grilled beef tips with a spicy, tangy kick, and I don't know what makes it so good. Maybe that it's served on stick, because everything served on a stick at Fiesta is good (see my previous post about chicken on a stick). I know that's not true, but when eating it you acquire a new skill because you must attempt to eat it one handed while simultaneously juggling your cold beer in the other.

The following evening Braedan prepared for the Fiesta Flambeau Parade by getting all decked out in some good, parade-watching duds and then practicing his grito along with a popular question on the minds of parade goers.





Miss Fiesta and her princesses wear long ball gowns atop the floats which hide their shoes so many in the audience are curious about what kind of shoes they're wearing underneath. The crowd gets a laugh out of what they choose to wear so this prompts many to yell out and ask "Show me your shoes!"which is what I was trying to get Braedan to do.

Here is Braedan doing some parade watching with his cousin Alexander. I hadn't noticed until I posted this, but look how sweet he is clasping his hands together while watching.
As the evening progressed and we began to see the floats colorfully light up, I thought Braedan would surely get excited, almost too excited to stay still but as each bright float passed us he just looked on in awe. It was fun to watch him take it all in, and I am grateful we had the opportunity to celebrate this family tradition again this year.




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