Burriana Playa a little quieter than usual.
The first stop of the evening was H20. Sat there watching the world go by it seemed to me that it was going to be busy. However, Yasir had other views, "Solo Guiries!". It appears that a number of the locals who enjoy camping out had opted for Playaso rather than Burriana. Less rules. That certainly seemed true when we saw the beach. It appeared relatively empty compared to previous years.
The Main stage.
The one thing that didn't change was the massive queue for the free beer and sardines. The "Crisis Economica" must have hit the Guiries in the pocket. Must have been at least a 30 minute queue. We headed off to find our party.
The things people do for a free beer & sardines!
Previous years the Quorum lot have had a tent. This year there was only a parasol! Still, there was a huge barrel full of sangria and a table full of sandwiches, crisps and olives. Fran was busy preparing the paella whilst Pepe welcomed us with drinks and a chat about the football. Pepe was happy with Spain's win over Italy. Monica grinned and beared it!
Monica checks on Fran's cooking.
As it was a party with the school, Monica tried to ensure that I spoke in Spanish. We sat on the beach with Marc, who now works in the informatica centre at the school. Charlamos en espanol de la tienda y otras cosas. When Monica went to the toilet Marc whispered conspiratorially, "You can now speak in English if you like!".
Fran dishes out the Paella.
As is the custom, I went for a dip at midnight with most of the other brave souls, although their were a few who went missing in action. Monica, only bathed her hands, feet and washed her face in the sea (the bare minimum for San Juan!), whilst a certain teacher whom I will not name (pictured above!) didn't go anywhere near the water.
After the quick dip it was time to jump the fire three times. Again, a certain teacher failed to take part. His macho image swiftly fading away. The next lesson, Antonio soon taught me a new word to describe Fran, "Flojo", which can mean "loose" or "Slack", but I think it was meant in the context of being "Weak", no fuerte!
The lesson was spent describing the events of San Juan. I was quite proud that I had taken part in all the traditions. Antonio soon put me in my place though. Paella at night... Only Guiries!
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