Independence Day Celebration Today, I must talk about a Fiestas Patrias Holidays that I remember. I must say that I don’t enjoy this kind of celebration; actually I don’t like it at all. But, anyway, I will speak of a special one. It was several years ago, when with a couple of friends we went to Lo Gallardo, a locality near the city of San Antonio in the coast side. We were anthropology students at that time and we went for make an ethnographic work. A Classmate from Switzerland came with us and it was the first time she met the National Day Party. The work was to see how the people of that place celebrate these days and, of course, we participated with them in order to get first hand information of everything that happened. Everything was going on very nicely, we spoke with the people, we shared the food and drinks with them, even we went to see the rodeo and engaged with the people in all kind of activities but, when the night arrived, and most of the people got drunk (including several of us) the things went to a bad end. The local guys didn’t show respect for our foreign friend and we were not willing to accept this behavior. So, little by little the words were going higher and we were almost started a big fight in the fonda (like in a spaghetti western style). Fortunately (for us I guess) our friend decided to go running suddenly, so we left the fonda in the right time before them got aware of our flee. Now is funny to remember this incident, but at that time it was near to be a disastrous ethnographic work.