The fiesta was really started. It kept up day and night for seven days. The dancing kept up, the drinking kept up, the noise went on. The things that happened could only have happened during a fiesta. Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences. It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta. All during the fiesta you had the feeling even when it was quiet, that you had to shout any remark to make it heard. It was the same feeling about any action. It was a fiesta and it went on for seven days.
The fiesta lasted an entire week, brimming with non-stop dancing, drinking, and noise. The atmosphere was so vibrant that it transformed reality into something surreal, where the usual considerations of consequences felt irrelevant. The unrelenting celebration created an environment where carefree actions seemed to overshadow any potential repercussions.
Even in moments of quiet, the spirit of the fiesta demanded attention, making ordinary interactions feel like grand gestures. This overwhelming sense of urgency and exuberance permeated every aspect of the event, encapsulating the essence of the seven-day festival in Ernest Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises." The fiesta created a unique world, detached from routine life and its expectations.
