Life is a dream, and in my dream I was sitting on the beach at the end of October, eating a giant burger in good company, still trying to process the fact that I had finally seen my favorite Spanish band in concert.
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| This pic doesn't do it justice |
So in my dreamy life, we went to Vigo, a coastal city about 2 hours away, for the concert on Saturday. En route we drove through the scenic Ribeira Sacra, which has vineyards lining the hillsides of the Río Miño. Last time we were there, it was December so it was all dead. Now that it's autumn, the leaves were lovely shades of green, orange, and red.
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| It says "AMA" --love! |
The concert was at 10 PM. No openers, just pure Extremoduro. The place was packed, but we dared to move forward. Well, not the first few rows, but more than halfway up. As I told my friend, "So much smoke. So many people. So much excitement. I forget how to breathe." The concert finally started at 10:30, because fans were still coming in. They played straight til midnight, then had a 20 minute break, to return until 2 AM. That's THREE HOURS of concert! Holy Toledo!!! They played some of my favorites, but even with 3 hours they couldn't fit in some other classics. The ones I didn't know were likely from their newest album which I haven't listened to. Anyways, it was a magnificent experience, hearing the band, and singing along with +/-2000 other people. Afterwards, we ended up waiting 1.5 hours for the free buses back to the city. But it was worth the wait, because just before our bus came, a van with tinted windows stopped in front of about 30 fans. One guy went up to it and peeked in, and it was Extremoduro inside!! They waved/hit the window. La vida es sueño, ya te lo dije.
Sunday we woke up late and took burgers to the beach. Diego has been talking about this burger place since last year, and the result was good, huge, and cheap just as promised. It was a beautiful day, probably around 80* in the sun. The water was too cold to swim, but nice for dipping your toes in. The lack of a beach is really Lugo's main drawback. After a few hours on the beach it was time to head back home. But we left feeling that we sure did 24 hours the right way.
Islas Cíes in the background--a trip for another weekend
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