Castañazo Rock

Castañazo Rock is a one-night rock fest in the town of Chantada which proves festivals aren't just for the summer. Really, that's their slogan. But actually with the weather the way it was, it felt like summer anyways. Castañazo isn't just a nighttime affair. Early in the afternoon, it starts off with a song contest, which unfortunately we missed. Eight groups go around to bars, singing traditional (drinking) songs, and basically getting people excited. The concerts themselves are held under the covering of the town fair pavilion. Which must be why at random points it smelled like cows. Also before the concerts were traditional games, which were really successful. You'd be surprised how entertaining simple games can be in this day and age. Then there was the magosto, aka free roasted chestnuts. Yum!

At Castañazo, we ran into many acquaintances. Well, for my boyfriend it wasn't surprising since all Galicians know all Galicians (that's my theory). Especially those on the alternative scene. But personally I was excited when I ran into some ex-students! ¨What are YOU doing here!?¨ They were perplexed because I guess they still think I don't understand Galician. We spoke in English. Fruits of my 2 years teaching them!

The concerts started off with Poetarras, who I've been listening to more and more often. Their songs are mostly to the beat of popular English and Spanish songs, but always with new lyrics and a social critique. There's a song dedicated to the governor of Galicia and to people who say things like ¨I'm not a racist, but...¨ Smaller crowd to start it off, but good fun. Then there was Familia Caamagno, a very dancy band with a 50s or 60s vibe. The next group seemed to be the one that drew the biggest crowd: La Raíz. I liked their mash-up of different music styles more than expected. Later was Esne Beltza, a cheerful Basque band, which was cool because I doubt many people in the crowd spoke Basque. There were more concerts after, but after standing for 7, I was ready for bed.

Camping was in a school gym. When we had pitched the tent, they told us to leave a path around the perimeter so that people could get to the tents in the back. But late arrivals must not have heard those instructions. The gym was packed with tents upon tents upon tents-- getting back was like traversing land minds. Ah, another fun tidbit: the sleeping area opened at 3 AM. But that weekend was the time change. So they really meant the old 3AM, the new 4AM. People had to wait in the cold outside in order to get to sleep. Some even got desperate and tried busting the lock. In the end we went in and fell asleep to the drunken lullabies of the other festivalgoers.