Living La Vida Loca

On Saturday, we all went to Carnival in Cadiz.  And well…Carnival happened. 

It was absolutely insane, and it was definitely a once in a lifetime experience.

 Mostly because I choose to never repeat it. 

There. Were. So. Many. People.

It was absolutely horrific.  We were told that people party all night in the streets, so we shouldn’t bother to get a hotel or a hostel.  We figured if that’s what other students experienced than it was good enough for us.   Right?  Wrong.  Most definitely, most seriously, most grievously wrong.   We were pretty much ready to go home by 2am, but the earliest bus back to lovely, clean, beautiful Ronda didn’t leave until 11. 

I can’t even begin to explain to you how gross it was.  We saw more people use the street as a toilet than I care to think about, and a couple people in our group stepped in what was most definitely human feces.  The streets were completely soaked. It wasn’t raining.  Just think that one over for a minute. 

We ended up sleeping for a couple hours in this super sketchy, teeny tiny bus station that was home to about 2934830 people that night.  The figurative seams were definitely bursting. 

The next morning we went looking for coffee, and couldn’t find anywhere that was selling any.  What we could find was people STILL DRINKING at 10am. STILL.  As in they never stopped.  As in WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!? We also found a trail of blood on the sidewalk.  

Sadly, no coffee.  Blood yes, coffee no.

BUT on the upside, I got to dress up as a cowboy, which, you know, is always a good thing.  And we saw a ton of really interesting costumes.  I got to know some of the other students better, and one of the girls from Sweden tried to teach me how to salsa.  There were definitely some funny things that happened, and we met some definite characters. 

Pretty much life that night was the definition of cray-cray.

Am I glad I went?  Yes. 

Would I go again?  Nunca, jamas.   Never, ever, ever, ever, ever in todo mi vida.