You would expect people to be super open to these sorts of things here, but not so much. Or at least, not as much as I thought, because when I was saying ('still' in my pretty bad Spanish) that I was about to go to see the "Marcha Gay", people would narrow their eyes looking for some sign of homosexuality in me.
They all remained super nice to me, but there were this "is he?" kind of look sometimes.
Anyway, I went to this celebration and after a nice meal (Thanks Fer!), we were on our way.
There were A LOT of people, and we waited, waited... waited...
I think it was like 1 hour and half, but nothing could be seen (yet). For the happiness of all, the sky gave us some drops at times; it was so hot everybody enjoyed it. Even the slight rain which followed.
As you know, each human being is made of sugar and when it rained for real, some had to go over the shelter (and missing waiting for another hour for nothing? Fool!). Eventually, the wind started to blow, then more water, more wind and... wait, is that possible to have even MORE water?
All of a sudden, the 3 little drops of the beginning change into a storm and without knowing it, we were all under the shelter wandering if it could really be that bad.
Therefore, we thought the gay pride would not happen... But it did, a bit. Surely they had to cancel some things, but it went well. The ones present looked even more happy with the rain and the party could kick in :)
Such a funny way to tell stories... Forget computers and become a writer !
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Yes, as you can see, I've been pretty busy working-out. The down part was I had to put a pair of socks "special mountain" in my pants to not be ridiculous
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