A fiesta

Maybe leaving my passport in my hotel room was a positive after all, we headed across to La Línea de la Concepción and right into a fiesta. Already forgotten about not making it across to Gibraltar, just a distant memory now.

The streets were alive, music pumping, young and old together in a great big street party. When people were still showing up at three in the afternoon, this party was going to go all night.

The women were dressed in old style flamenco dresses, colourful, once again, young girls, teens, adults and even older women.

There was dancing in the streets, drinking sangria and some other lemon style drink and of course beer.

We enjoyed the sprit of the Spanish festival, you get the feeling the Spanish are living for the moment.