According to my mother, my grandfather used to say:
Grandpa [in the morning]: It’s a good day for the race!
Another person: What race?
Grandpa: The human race!
And they’re off!
Did you notice the guy at the very end with the prosthetic leg? If not, here he is on his second lap (there were four laps in total, two small and two big).
After the race, we went over to the town hall square to hear a band from Santoña, a local fishing village, sing traditional folk songs about their town, and fishing boats, and fishermen that miss their wives at home, and little kids that dream of one day becoming fisherman.
Their second song was accompanied by some amateur interpretive dance…