It was late, there was music blaring from the car’s thumping speakers, and the only lights in sight were those from the headlights illuminating the dark country road. It had been almost three weeks since I had departed from the United States and my family in search of adventure and knowledge. It was this particular night, driving away from the traditional festival San Roque in the small Spanish town of Ribadeo that I had an epiphany about just how much the events of that night completely altered the way I would act for the rest of my life.
The exploits that transpired during the festival were far more hectic than I could have ever envisioned. The savory smell of paella that permeated the starry night sky, the brilliant lights which flooded
The exploits that transpired during the festival were far more hectic than I could have ever envisioned. The savory smell of paella that permeated the starry night sky, the brilliant lights which flooded