The Correfoc
<p>C-o-r-r-e-f-o-c. From the sounds of it, the correfoc would consist of running and…something inappropriate, but that deduction was made based on my meager Spanish skills and the unnecessary addition of a similar sounding english word. Anyway, that’s where we were headed and I really had no idea what to expect. Thankfully I wore my tennis shoes because, God knows, Jessica, Jennifer and I were always late. We hopped off the line four of the metro, pausing momentarily to get our bearings, and joined a bustle of people headed up towards the surface streets. I wondered how long it would take before I’d get accustomed to the sticky heat of the underground. Perhaps if Spaniards had any sense of personal space I could’ve avoided the shiny beadlets of sweat forming on my forehead, but they had yet to consider that. Jennifer proved most anxious for fresh air and looked miserable as we squeaked along on a painfully slow escalator.</p>
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