In the past three years that I have been coming to Spain I have yet to celebrate San Joan, well this year was the exception. Nicola and I had safely arrived in Barcelona the day before and traveled to Sitges which is where Rachael lives. Sitges was going to have fireworks at the plaza, pronounced platha, for those of you who have never been here. We of course came prepared for a night of drinking because well thats just what u do. We went to the store and got wait for it wait for it, sangria in a box. Yes, folks it does exist and it´s delicious. It´s smaller than the boxes of wine in the states but big enough to help you have a good night. The only thing missing is a large straw, think large alcoholic juice box. We headed to the plaza with some of Rachaels friends and a box of sangria for us each.
The night´s festivities were to begin with a fireworks display. Now I´m all for a good fireworks display but this wasnt just a display it was like being in a war complete with shrapnel, smoke and burning ash floating down from the sky. It was crazy. Rachael´s friend actually got hit with some shrapnel and I was on the lookout for any burning ash looking for a place to land. The fireworks were cool looking but by the time it was over, we were all a bit tired of being ready to duck and cover.
After the war was over we decided to head to a local gay bar, which by the way Sitges is super gay, literally. The bar was super packed and the bartender was so cute. It was so sad. I mean here´s this super hot guy who I could dance around naked in front of and he wouldnt so much as flinch. I spent most of the night trying to devise ways to turn him straight. I never came up with a really good plan and it´s prob better because we hung out with him at the beach the next day and that could´ve been awkward.