|Still found time for futbol, at a teteria (tea shop)|
Place number one? Málaga. The event? Ciento Uno. As soon as I entered the stadium where the music festival was, I marvelled at the alternative crowd and realized how much I missed these types of people. Even though it felt like I was the only Asian there, no one stared at me. Málaga is a truly touristy city. And, as we watched Franz Ferdinand and Canadian group Rinôcerôse rock out, the waft of weed perked my senses.
Place number two? Alcalá la Real, a small town of close to 20,000 that swells every year during EtnoSur, a free three-day international music event. I only knew one band on the roster but the performances and venues didn't fail to blow me away. Again, I didn't spot a single Asian but because the crowd was a mix of liberal, hippy types and international music lovers, there were no stares. It was a very relaxed weekend of botellónes, botellónes, and more botellónes, and music from Africa, South America, and Spain.
|Alamedadosoulna, from Madrid|
|Aw come on,man.|
|Again, we found time for futbol.|