carnavales

Carnavales was awesome. I usually don't dress up for Halloween or really anything if I can help it, but at the last second I threw on a black ballerina skirt, striped socks and my hater deflectors and caught the train to Tolosa with Drew. I don't really know why or how it was such a great night. We just spent it roaming the streets amongst the other party-goers, hitting every bar we saw for a drink and a dance, joining in the dance parties on the street, following drum ensembles, and just generally scoping out the town. We also checked out the fair going on - lit-up rides and carneys - but Drew wouldn't go on the Alcazar Jail ride with me. Scaredy. Our last stop was at the top of the stairs looking down upon a sort of Where's Waldo - that costume's a popular one here - and then we ran to catch the 1am train back home. I know, I know... 1am... lame. These kids from Oregon just have early bedtimes.

One of the best things I think was we didn't see a single other foreigner (more specifically, guiri) the whole night. That made us feel special. Thanks, Drew, for a sweet Carnaval! Viva Tolosa.