Candelaria on the evening of the 14 August is mental. I knew it was going to be busy, these big fiestas always are, I just didn't expect it to be as busy.
Candelaria on the evening of the 14 August is mental. I knew it was going to be busy, these big fiestas always are, I just didn't expect it to be as busy.
The sun didn't so much as gently kiss my face as ravage it like an over zealous lover and my thigh muscles were bitching at me for neglecting them for weeks before masochistically subjecting them to...