Three Kings

I should really back-date this, but then the 4 people that read the blog might miss it. We went to the Three Kings parade on Eiphany Day here in Ferrol. The parade was 2.5hrs late and I had to box out other people who were trying to Jones our prime viewing spot. Thanks to Beck's great monster of a Christmas gift umbrella I passive-aggressively outmanevuered them. Bianca was awake for the pre-parade caroling, asleep during the drawn out wait, and then wide awake and screaming as the third float passed. Home we went. Shitty parade anyway. Got a few winning shots though. My cousin Adam might refer to my red corduroys as the re-emergence of Euro-fag-nicity, but I likes 'em.