“This good-by feast in your honor, before you return home, is called a ‘fiesta’ (fē ais′tă),” explained Filippa. “Father and mother and Fil have spoken to the Padre, and the barrio-elders; and everything is arranged.”
“But what is a ‘barrio’?” I inquired.
“It means a village, a ward,” replied Filippa.
Fiesta
I could hear bands and orchestras gathering. Here and there were tall bamboos bent over the paths, and from their arches hung banners and colored paper lanterns.
Carromatos (car rō ma′ tos), small carriages drawn by little black ponies, were bringing people in. The men and boys were dressed in white duck, as though they were going aboard yachts.
In front of the houses and the Iglesia (church) and convent were hung flags, festoons, streamers, wreaths, and bunting.
Flowers and palm leaves were strewn along the path that the procession would take.