So I had a fantastic time at Feria, and the only reason that I can write this right now is that I took a very long nap today to catch up on some much needed sleep! I went Tuesday night, and Wednesday morning. Tuesday I spent with Carmen and friends (in order, Inga, John, Yasmin, Carmen, and Darby, and Martha came at the beginning but she wasn't there for the video) at her father's caseta. I am so glad that I met her the week before, because going to Feria without friends would not be fun. If you don't have a caseta to go to it isn't worth it, because that is where all the action happens. Basically, a caseta is a "little house" where you dance and eat and drink and hang out. They look small on the outside, but most of them will fool you. They are quite large on the inside. They are also noisy and crowded and full of life. Everyone dances and seems to have a good time, and the music ranges from popular Spanish songs to traditional Spanish songs for dancing Sevillanas, to songs from Greese, or even YMCA. It was interesting. It would take forever to explain everything in detail. I went on Wednesday mainly to take pictures, like the one you see above. Lining the right side of the picture are some casetas, and you see all the girls in their Flamenco dresses, of which I had two :)  Saturday night I went with Carmen in one of these Flamenco dresses to a Brazilian worship service (that's in Portugese folks, and last I check I don't speak Portugese) that was led by a clown. It was interesting. Afterwards they had a surprise birthday party for one of the members, and had some Brazilian food. I was skeptical at first, but it turned out to be really good. I'm going to get the recipe. They had two cakes, one was food and the other was desert. The first one was almost like a mega sandwich. I really liked it. After having to explain that just because Carmen brought a friend it didn't mean that I wasn't a Christian, and after being harassed to dance by everyone in the congregation, Carmen and I left, quite embarrassed, and resolving to never wear Flamenco dresses to church again. We kinda stood out. But I did manage to get a picture with Meli, who happened to be there. She was the one that sold me my dress, and cleaned it, and had it fixed, and she also supplied me with all the "trimmings" to look like a true Sevillana. Of course, I still have blonde hair, but at least I tried.  Once we got to Feria that night, we stayed up all night. We rode the Feris Wheel and ate cotton candy and such. When all was said and done we went back to her house in Bollullos and ate some more food that her mother kindly fixed for us. I didn't see a bed till around 6. I don't think I really slept. In the morning I did not feel well, and I tried to eat some of the Paella that Carmen's mom fixed, and it was really good and I felt really bad for not being able to eat it. At 4:30 on Sunday we went to an English Bible study. The group included two people from London, 9ish from the Philipines, Carmen and I, and about 5 Sevillanos, and also some crazy guy from Michigan who led the group. It was lots of fun. After that, Carmen and I hopped some buses to get to Sevilla Este so I could drop off my stuff, and then we went back to Feria to hang out some more before viewing the fireworks show that designates the end of Feria. Luckily I got one of the first buses out, and got myself back home. This morning I had school, and then I went to the library to get some books in order to write a research paper on Feria, which I will begin now.