This past Saturday night, Greg and I went out to a "barrio" party in Gijon. The different neighborhoods (more like miniature cities inside the city of Gijon) have fiestas during the summer. During the day they have inflatables for kids to play on and carnival games, and LOTS of food. Two of our friends live in Viesques and invited us to go out with them. So we left the puppies at home and brought towels, food, and sidra (the Asturian cider) and headed over.
(Lola hates getting left...)
At night they have big concerts and everyone stands around and dances, etc. Our Spanish teacher and a friend of hers came with us as well and was determined that we would celebrate "spanish style" so we had tortilla (a potato and egg omelette, my favorite spanish food) and chorizo a la sidra (chorizo=sausage, cooked in the cider, it was delish!) and LOTS of bread.
It was so much fun, but we knew we weren't 'in Kansas anymore'. The music began around 10pm, we left at 1am when the second band was coming on to play until 5am! As much as we're trying to fit in, I was struggling to stay awake until 11 if we're being honest...
Brian and Jodie
Cory and our Spanish teacher Cristina