Fraggletown.

The visit to Fraga/Florida135 was certainly an experience I'll never forget. The club was built as a town inside with bars, alleys and insane gogo-dancers.

The real Fraga was a bit less exciting, with one main street, one hotel ("Casanova", where 1000 retired hobbits/fraggles hung out waiting for better days. Our room was also built for hobbits which was of course was necessary for the hotel in order to fit even more hobbits into the city's only temporary hogar. And a salad in Catalunya is obviously not the same as a salad in Aragón where all vegetables came from cans. It's just more practical, Ok?





Ester (click on her name to see her blog)



(OJO! Please note the extremely incoherent headwear of the girl in the back.)

I left this desert oasis with the satisfaction of having met the inner Spain just as i imagined it. A little bit dryer, little bit more flamenco moves to hardcore techno, and a whole lot crazier.

Bona Nit!




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