disorientation...

sunday morning 10.00am...

i stumble out of the house with a splitting headache... hangover....

i think last night went well, everyone seemed to have a good time, lots of food, wine and conversation flowed freely... why did i think that last whiskey was necessary though?

i walk through the portico of the church and see a donkey, saddled up with one of those old-fashioned side basket arrangements, tied up outside the door of the church... i stop and wonder what that could be about, and one look at the donkey's patiently resigned face tells me that he's not really sure either...

i continue on and round the corner into the plaza... there's a group of people gathered around a vehicle down one end... something about them is strange, but my fuddled brain fails to make any likely connections... what are they doing?

i stop and peer at them, trying to make sense of it all.... two men, dressed smartly in olive-green military uniforms, and crazy little shiny pointy hats step out from behind the truck and salute each other....

my heart literally misses a beat, and a feeling of panic washes over me.... i still can't make sense of the scene in front of me and i feel very scared.... this can't be happening... maybe i should go back home and book a ticket to the land of oz... NOW?!

then i see the guy with the camera... they're shooting a scene from a civil war film in the plaza...