Imagine 6,000 horses trotting through your city, the streets lined with onlookers drinking, eating, and cheering them on.
Don’t imagine the smell of all that horse crap after a few hours; it stinks to say the least, and there’s a good chance you’ll be walking over it at some point, so if you are lucky enough to attend, do not wear sandals.
Despite multiple advanced warnings by Lily, I was so busy taking photos that I missed the pickpocket swiping my BlackBerry Curve 8900 from my front jean pocket.
It was an expensive lesson to learn, and put a damper on the end of my first Cabalgata experience.
On the bright side, I still had my camera.