I was unimpressed when I found out that the closest city to Tobarra, Albacete, was putting on “The 4th Largest Fair in Spain”. It reminded me of the Flight of the Conchords tagline, “The 4th Most Popular Folk Duo in New Zealand”. But, seeing as we didn’t want to spend another night watching “The Net”, the four Wwoofers – me, German Sarah, Sweedish Mans and English Zoey – took an afternoon off from the farm, piled into Man’s girlfriend’s mobile home and drove the 53 kilometers to Albacete to check out the scene. Melinda has been driving this 1972 Benz, which she is labeled “The Italian Station” on a horse skull in the front window, around Europe for the past six weeks and she has made it quite homey. The four girls sat in the back around her dining room table, had a beer and looked through her bookshelf while Mans drove.
We arrived at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and the first thing we saw were these two beefed up pole dancers gyrating to techno on a platform in the middle of a bar.
We kept walking, looking for the carriage and pony rides we had heard about. But all we saw were bars. Everyone was dancing in the streets and we realized they all already smashed. So we grabbed some Mojitos and caught right up with the rest of the crowd. I I quickly realized why everyone knew I would love Spain. We made friend, danced eveywhere and ate bocadillas, arroz and tortillas until we couldn’t stand from our full stomachs anymore. Unfortunately we didn’t have tickets to the nightly bullfight (that adventure is still on me to do list) so we headed back to Tobarra.
The Feria exceeded all our expectations. We will be looking to try the top three in the future.