The Spanish love a good party in any shape or form. Part of the Christmas celebration in Tarifa is heralded with tin cans. Robin Graham, our guest expert from Tarifa, experiences yet another surprise in his town. Tarifa is in Andalucía on the southern most coast facing Morocco.
By Robin Graham
Our first Christmas in Spain, we were prepared for the fact that the 25th of December is pretty much a non-event; actually, we skipped the country for a Bavarian Noël. On our return though it was exciting to anticipate our first Cabalgata de los Reyes Magos – the arrival each year of the Three Kings on January 5th, guided by the holy star and weighed down with gifts as they parade through the streets throwing candies for the children (and grown-ups).
This is what the Spanish children would have been waiting for. The following morning, on January 6th, they would wake to their gifts, unless of course they had been naughty, in which case they’d open tired eyes to a lump of coal (these days it tends to be candy coal to soften the blow). In fact many Spanish children would already have received gifts on the 24th or 25th just like the rest of the world, so they’re lucky.
On the morning of the fifth, hours before their majesties were due, I heard a racket coming down the cobbled street towards our apartment, passing beneath our balcony in a burst of metallic, rasping noise. When I looked down I saw the children of the town passing by, one hand in that of a parent, the other pulling a length of string to which had been attached a number of tin cans, which bounced along the cobblestones. You can imagine the din. They were led by some kind of blue spirit, dancing through the narrow streets.
It’s a local custom, apparently; the ‘Arrastre de Latas’ (Dragging of Cans), when the children of both Algeciras and Tarifa drag tin cans through the streets to banish the “Giant of Botafuegos,” who tries to cover the sky with gray clouds, obscuring the star from the Three Kings. The cloud is banished so that the kings might find their way.
Another version has it that parents who couldn’t afford presents would tell their children that the kings were tired and had fallen asleep, so the enterprising children would make as much noise as possible to wake the lazy monarchs up. Either way, it means that the Spanish have found yet another excuse to do what they do best – fill the streets with noise and colour.
Robin Graham, from Tarifa in southern Spain, writes stories. Some of them are about places and some of them are just made up. A lot of them can be found, with accompanying photography, at http://alotofwind.com/. He’s a private person but, strangely, doesn’t mind being followed (on Twitter) : @robinjgraham or liked (on Facebook) : alotofwind.com. Photography at http://robingraham.wix.com/de-la-luz