Ever have those days where you wish it was just rainy and cloudy outside instead of sunny and perfect because you don’t feel like leaving your room? That is me, today. So tired and I didn’t even party this weekend. I think my body is finally feeling the effects of 4 months of partying and can’t take anymore. Speaking of partying. Last entry I left off with the beginning of Magdalena week.
Where i live, in Castellón, every year in the last week of March there is a 8 day long festival here in the city, filled with fireworks (more like just bombs going off), parades, confetti wars, a carnival, concerts, raves, tapas, nightly dance parties in all the plazas, dance competitions, a 5 mile walk up a mountain to see a church, no sleep and drinking your weight in alcohol, every.single.day. I never really got the history of this festival or why it takes place, but i wasn’t really worried about it. Those 8 days were incredible. Every morning, woke up at about 12, got ready. Went to watch whatever parade was going on. Did a little day drinking. Cooked food. Walked around then began the nights festivities of whatever was going on that night. Most nights we went to Plaza de St. Maria Augustina where there was a DJ until 5 am every night and loads of people dancing and drinking. Other days, we went to parks for BBQs for the day. Walked on the beach, and basically did anything to keep our minds off of how tired we were.
for 8 days I got 30 hours of sleep. You do the math. Needless to say all and all it was a success. I lost my phone, my camera, my dignity (again). My friend had to have the ambulance called because she was saying the words. “sandwhich…cerveza… alfredo…” for about an hour and throwing up at the same. But. We survived. By the end my body and liver were begging for a sleep and water. Sunday morning, the last day of Magdalena I woke up on my friends couch and decided to walk home. On my 15 minute walk home. I puked 3 times. Once i got home, took a shower. Puked 2 more times and slept for 2 hours. Woke up. Puked. Watched a movie. Took a sip of water. And puked again. It was the mother of all hangovers and i deserved every minute of it. Magdalena was one of the craziest parties i’ve ever seen. The whole city shut down just to have a week long party. Classes were cancelled. Grandparents and little kids were out until 3 am. Nothing was off limits. Needless to say, after, I was exhausted. And honestly, i don’t think my body has recovered fully.
Theres so much more i could write about Magdalena week, but honestly, its all kind of a blurrr of fun. Fun times, with fantastic people from all over the world. Definitely something I will never forget. x
