If our weekend was a typical weekend in Spain then a Spanish weekend consists of a series of unplanned events revolving almost entirely around eating and drinking! Saturday began with us having breakfast at 11.30 then going for a walk and not coming back until about 4pm after visiting plenty of bars, drinking lots of beer and eating tapas with the locals! We then went entirely "Brits Abroad" and went to an English bar, not something we´d generally do but we had good reason. . . . 6 nations rugby!! Unfortunately it didn't turn out the right result for us but an enjoyable afternoon nonetheless. After being back in the house for a matter of minutes Vince got a call and told us we were heading straight back out to the Carnival.
It seems the traditional thing at carnival time is for groups of men, dressed in ridiculous clothes with bright wigs on to get together on stage and sing funny/satirical songs, this was fun and enjoyable but we couldn't understand a word!! after joking for a while that we were the only ones that didn't know what the hell they were singing about, a local told us that most of the people there couldn't actually understand because they sing with such strong accents and so fast that most people were just enjoying the atmosphere and the tune too!
On Sunday we went along to Mass as Spain is a highly religious country, we thought it only right to go along. Once again we couldn't understand a thing but got the general idea. The church was absolutely packed, people were standing at the door, standing in the road, sitting all the way round the sides and standing at the windows trying to see in. Maybe you have seen a full church in England but it will have never been like this, i had to remind myself that this wasn't a special occasion. Not Christmas or Easter, it wasn't a wedding or christening, there were no famous people there. It was just a normal Sunday mass. There are benches outside and loud speakers too, this sort of turn out was expected!
As you would now expect, the rest of the day continued with us going to a cafe and then a restaurant along with unplanned manoeuvres such as getting lost and then stumbling upon a restaurant that they have been to before and liked anyway, where we had such dishes as whole squid and partridge. We also visited the neighbouring village of Conil de la Frontera where there is a lighthouse and from the edge of the cliff if you look hard enough into the distance you can see Tunisia.
Its not every day that you can stand and look across the water to see another continent!
It seems the traditional thing at carnival time is for groups of men, dressed in ridiculous clothes with bright wigs on to get together on stage and sing funny/satirical songs, this was fun and enjoyable but we couldn't understand a word!! after joking for a while that we were the only ones that didn't know what the hell they were singing about, a local told us that most of the people there couldn't actually understand because they sing with such strong accents and so fast that most people were just enjoying the atmosphere and the tune too!
On Sunday we went along to Mass as Spain is a highly religious country, we thought it only right to go along. Once again we couldn't understand a thing but got the general idea. The church was absolutely packed, people were standing at the door, standing in the road, sitting all the way round the sides and standing at the windows trying to see in. Maybe you have seen a full church in England but it will have never been like this, i had to remind myself that this wasn't a special occasion. Not Christmas or Easter, it wasn't a wedding or christening, there were no famous people there. It was just a normal Sunday mass. There are benches outside and loud speakers too, this sort of turn out was expected!
As you would now expect, the rest of the day continued with us going to a cafe and then a restaurant along with unplanned manoeuvres such as getting lost and then stumbling upon a restaurant that they have been to before and liked anyway, where we had such dishes as whole squid and partridge. We also visited the neighbouring village of Conil de la Frontera where there is a lighthouse and from the edge of the cliff if you look hard enough into the distance you can see Tunisia.
Its not every day that you can stand and look across the water to see another continent!
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