Cabalgata in Bajo Los Calvo, Acosta

After driving for about 45 minutes we arrived at the festival site in the small village of Bajo Los Calvo. We parked the car on the sidelines of a soccer field and then migrated to the beer stand. We stood around for a while and watched horses being unloaded from trucks and trailers. At this point John leans over to me and says, “This is when you enter the twilight zone and stand around and wonder what’s going to happen”. It was interesting to watch the trucks back up to the makeshift wood and gravel loading ramp and then to coax their animals out of the trucks.
No festival would be complete without very loud music. This festival had both loud music and a man with a wireless microphone announcing who had arrived at the event with their horses. I noticed the horse owners were lining up at a tent next to the beer stand to register for the event. Each one was given a sign to put on their back. That was when we realized we were at a Cabalgata. What’s a Cablagata? We asked our friends and tried to interpret what it meant. I kept hearing the word “montaña” over and over.

We ate some food and continued to sit in the grass watching the empty soccer field. From the word “montaña” that I heard I figured the horses and riders were out in the countryside doing something. After a few more hours Mario announces that we should leave at 3:00, 30 minutes away. I thought it was a little strange that he wanted to leave before the horses returned, but was relieved to be heading home.

On the way home we stopped for more food and drink at a local restaurant. It was only after I got home and looked at the photos and videos I took of the festival that I realized we were basically watching horses and their riders unload and prepare for some type of event that didn’t take place in the soccer field. The announcer was there to get them jazzed up for the event. Maybe something took place, later that evening in the soccer field when the horses and riders returned, but we weren’t there to see it. Maybe next time, or not...