So says the song" Habanera de Cádiz " the illustrious Granada singer Carlos Cano and we The Row The Munton, give witness to this (speaking in religious terms that we have started this "" post "?) Since last Friday, February 1 illustrates nine components of our training got into a van headed for Cadiz costume at the ready, with the sole and exclusive purpose of enjoying 
land, its people and, of course, those famous carnivals of Cadiz . The tenth component arrived by train from Madrid .. things work. The experience was unforgettable. After a brilliant and hilarious journey (think nine friends locked in a van for eight hours, with three cases of beer, a case of whiskey and another of rum, soft drinks and food for a week ...) and after eight hours of driving, laughter, gossip
teas and anecdotes so we got to the "silver cup" , unloading luggage at the hotel and Tapas in the city, party, jokes, carnival everywhere, healthy people, more tapas, cervercitas, wine, more friends, more tapas , more beer, more wine .... blackout, a clean slate. Saturday February 2 ... Where am I? ahhh! In Cádiz!, Because to enjoy it, quick breakfast and to the Town Hall Square , Prawns, cerveceo, glasses of wine, tapas (What a life "ehh?" What we would do ten guys lost to Cadiz?), Afternoon and copeteo cafeteo the center and the hotel to dress for y. .. "Voila" and we are Pocoyo of Alicante ... Return to center and ... beer, wine, drinks ...
tremendous amount of people who were in Cadiz that day, all easy going, super healthy people, each with his costume, asking, explaining and even staging that was the costume and we, as one would expect, explaining and representing the reason for our costume ... clear is that those who have children, nephews or little cousins \u200b\u200bwe knew instantly others instead 
articulated the phrase that .. "Did You ???", that you are going to which we replied swift and happy ... of Pocoyo! .. "Little did .. that ???... In Pocoyo! .. And all the explanations and that the ten who went every 25 or 30 meters were trying to move forward, so it is not surprising that wee hours of the morning as we passed people chanted that of .. "Pocoyo Alicante, Alicante Pocoyo .."... Anyway that was really cool and gave the note in a city already notorious in itself, to go out in the TV news specifically of Antena 3 Domingo. 
worst trip ... the dreaded back ... nine hours of "flagoneta" , tired, not wanting to just speak, dream, tight, hangovers and nine hours of driving ahead ... after a few sandwiches, a few cafes and a few vomiting at last we reached home safely ... What a pleasure to go home!
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