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...bothered by the dusty cement bleachers or the blazing afternoon sun at Acho, the oldest plaza of its kind in the Americas with its current structure dating back to 1766. The 65-year old grandmother with a wineskin dangling around her neck watched through binoculars as the first bull rushed from the stalls as the clock struck 3.30 p.m. "I have been coming every year since I was five years old," she said. "I was hooked right away and have never missed a season...
...rooted in the bohemian ethos of the California-bred Jesus People movement of the 1970s. Many of those groups were eventually reabsorbed by larger congregations, and the remnants tend to take a hard line. Frank Viola, a 20-year veteran Florida house churcher and author of Rethinking the Wineskin and other manuals, talks fondly of pilgrims who doctrinairely abjure pastors, sermons or a physical plant; feel that the "modern institutional church does not reflect the early church"; and "don't believe you are going to see the fullness of Jesus Christ expressed just sitting in a pew listening...
...punctuate a drone of travelogue. The oppressed audience writhes and dozes and works its eyes open and shut like jalousies. Etna will be seen in a bleeding, theatrical sunset. The Acropolis will be out of focus, Dorothy sharp in the foreground. Here is Carl squirting himself with a wineskin at Pamplona. Retired professors (triumphs of evolution) will stand over Galapagos turtles, grinning like Teddy Roosevelt after a kill. In some former slave-driving colony of the Caribbean, Dwayne will lounge by the pool wearing his Club Med drinking beads and a sun-dazed, dreamy smile...
...After a sleepless all-night train ride, crushed into a stuffy corridor crammed with Spaniards on their way to Pamplona, I arrived on the first day of the fiesta. The city was jammed and the wine had already begun to flow in the streets. I promptly bought myself a wineskin and some dirt-cheap red wine, and, with a little practice, I developed a proficiency in squirting the juice into my mouth so that it hit the back of my throat. The night came, the music eddied up toward the moon, and there was dancing in the streets, almost...
...game meandered on toward halftime. Trevor looked around some more. Up along the colonnade a wineskin was making a pilgrimage down the line of spectators. Closely on its heels followed a minute orange beacon, hung in smoke, making its way from hand to hand. "What's going on here?" he asked. "Well...." His roommate paused. "They're passing the time until the halftime show." "But what about the game?" "What about...
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