So, as I said before, last weekend i went to Cádiz (southern, Atlantic coast of Spain) for Carnavale.
We left Friday morning and spent 8 hours on a bus (awful.) Our hotel-resort was gorgeous, and of course, our frat-and-sororeity-esque-American group did a pretty good job of trashing it. I thankfully was not involved in this process.. my friends and I hopped a bus into Cádiz to check it out that night. Not much was going on, we were kinda dressed up and ended up just walking around, meeting people, and checking out a bar.
Saturday morning, we walked to the beach. Unbelievable. It was beautiful, so blue, and it just felt so great to be near the ocean. I've missed it, a lot. And it was sunny!
Sat afternoon we all got decked out. Everyone dressed up, it was like Halloween + theme party but less skank and more drinking. We got into Cádiz by 5, and there were already soo many people. It's hard to describe, but just imagine the streets completely full, side to side, with people in head-to-toe costume, boozing straight from the bottle, for as far as you can see. People were congregating in the city squares, and we ended up hanging out in one for most of the night. There were lights everywhere and Marti Gras types of decorations, but not as much music or performances as I'd expected.
By 10pm the entire ground was full of empty bottles and trash and puking people (and they say Spaniards don't binge drink!), etc. We planned on staying for the 5am bus but when 1am rolled around, we got outta there...
i literally had the hardest time figuring out which costume you were. i thought you were the weird tutu in the center. you were not.
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