Festival de San Juan.
Remember when I gave you all a summary of what happens at this Festival? Welp, my research really didn't prepare me for last night. I went to the Lucha de Agua and the Playa.
It was hella fun.
We left for Apujarra, the mountain city, at 9:00 and made it there around 10:30 or 11:00 with the news that Spain had just beaten France. We arrived at something that looked a lot like the Feria, a small Snellville days, if you will. Everyone was starving, and all of the food looked amazing, but everyone left their wallets in the bus which was now locked up behind a fence.
At 11:30 everything was still pretty quiet, nothing was happening except a few kids running around with water guns. Everyone was getting pretty bored and we were ready to go to the beach. However, at the stroke of midnight a fire cracker went off and horns started sounding through the streets. People who were outside taping up their doors as if a hurricane were coming quickly fled to the security of their own homes and I looked around and saw people in fire fighter costumes attach hoses to outside water lines... Yeah, it got pretty crazy.
The first offender was a tall male, with a bucket filled to the brim with water. I thought he was going to run into the festivities but instead dumped the water directly over my head. Soak #1. After that C and I ran strait through the crowd of people, dodging falling water from the balconies above and tried to avoid people with water guns. However, NOTHING, I mean NOTHING, can save you from a determined man in a fireman's uniform with a soaker hose.
He took aim and I ran squealing like a five year old down the street through a good foot of water flooding the streets. After getting just out of reach from him, another man stood on the opposite side of the road doing the same thing. This happened for at least four blocks. People standing on corners with soaker hoses, people throwing buckets of water from their rooftop, people with hoses soaking innocent bystanders from their roof top, and water guns everywhere. I was armed with a water bottle for all of fifteen minutes until I got sick of refilling it. Buckets really are the way to go.
At 1:30, after an hour and a half of getting soaked and dancing to techno music out in the street in the middle of a mosh pit, we headed back to the bus so we could venture out the beach.
Everyone grabbed their bags to change clothes and headed to secluded areas. Being that I was freezing and really couldn't care less what people saw at the moment seeing as how I'd already had 2 nip-slips, *cringe* oh that phrase, for the night I started changing behind the bus. Right next to a group of spaniard boys. They kept looking at me like I was going to flash them... But thanks to middle school gym locker rooms, I've learned how to change most everything without showing more skin than absolutely necessary. After a quick 15 minute change from dry to wet, cold to warm, we headed back into the bus for the beach!
On the bus I made the mistake of PTFO (passing the Eff out). We got to the beach and I was already groggy. Our friends had secured as spot by one of the large bonfires for us, thank goodness, and we set up camp. I looked around and realized we would be sleeping here tonight, and there weren't any tents in sight... hmm. When we exited the bus we were given Tinto De Verano, red wine sprite mix, so everyone cracked theirs open and started getting a buzz. H1, had a bottle of rum, and kept reciting Jack Sparrow lines... not well mind you, and kept asking me if I wanted some... I'm not a dark rum kind of girl, dark anything kid of girl really. But I tried it anyway... went down smooth thankfully, but left a god awful taste in my mouth.
After about fifteen minutes of shooting the shit with everyone A was approached, duh, by some guys sitting across from us. Being that I'd already said multiple times that I wanted to find a boy that night, she insisted that I come along. Sure, why not?
When we sat down with them they said "Quieres chupito? Es muy fuerte!" ... Do I want a shot? A strong one?... Sure, why not?
Low and behold homeboy had Absinth. The real kind. The kind that isn't legal in the US. Shall I describe for you what a quarter of a cap-full did to my insides?!
He poured a little more than a slash into a cap, and I shot it back. Horr-I-Ble. I felt it burn in my throat, down to my stomach. I felt tingling in my butt, all the way down to my toes.
I FELT THE SHOT IN MY TOES PEOPLE! THAT'S WHY THIS ISN'T LEGAL IN THE US!
Wooh! After that we were served Rum and Coke. Good rum too! I could barely taste it. "Muy suave" as homeboy #1 stated. I honestly don't remember their names... I didn't care too much.
A and I quickly tried to dodge Mr. Creepy and his friends Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. When it didn't work very well we just sat down with our friends again. Had this night been an episode of Jersey Shore, and I were Pauly D and A were Mike, we would have blown the Grenade Horn. Fo Reals. Not a single potenchy around.
Funny Peeing outside story before I continue:
When we first got to the beach everyone really had to pee. So we all ventured out to find a good alleyway to use because there are NO PUBLIC BATHROOMS in Spain. Everyone found their own spot to use, and I was the last to find mine... Apparently I'm pee shy. Everyone formed a half circle around me and I squatted, to realize that nothing was coming out... A started singing to me and T kept talking. I told them that I couldn't go while they were talking and they all just stood there laughing hysterically at the fact that I was getting pee shy when they all just opened the flood gates to their dam's of bladders. I finally got a little bit to come out which was enough to suffice for the time being.
After A and I had our run in with the three stooges, we both really had to pee again. T said she wouldn't go with me because I couldn't go last time... A happily obliged. We walked in the opposite direction for a spot that hadn't already been marked by someone. We found some bushes on a deserted sidewalk in front of some apartments. So, we squatted down in public, and pee'd in one of the most open air places we could find apparently... missing the bushes completely and peeing on the side walk...
While I know this would never fly in the US I know for a fact that this is NOT indecent exposure in Spain and it is NOT violation of public property. They consider it natural, and most police officers will help you find a place to pee when you're drunk, if they're not too drunk themselves. (The one thing they don't do is perverted tourists.)
Anyway, at about 5:00 the whole scene started to die down a little. Everyone was gathering into crowds to find places to hang out/crash. at 6:00 W came over and told me her bus would be leaving in an hour so she wasn't going to go to sleep. At 7:00 when everyone left I was hit hard by Mr.Sandman. I was completely and utterly uncomfortable lying on the sand on a towel that was too small, but my eye lids were droopy and I was ready to sleep. At 7:15 I was awoken by rain sprinkling on me, and pulled my crew hoodie up close to cover my face and drifted off again. At 9:00am I was woken by families entering the beach, and people around us looking like they were part of "Occupy Atlanta". It was a funny sight to behold for sure. Everyone huddled together for warmth, towels everywhere, hair a mess, people with too much clothes, people with not enough, and other people just going about their every day life. Had there not been a festival, I would have though the homeless of Woodruff Park had taken over a beach in Salobreña.
At 12:00 we caught our bus to come home and are now sitting happily in our home with food about to be put on the table.
Oh Happy Day. :)
Hope you enjoyed this post. Because I sure enjoyed my night.
<3
Buenas Tardes
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