Tobarra Day 6: Fiesta during Siesta!

By Sarah

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.

It’s never too early for sexy hip rotations in Spain.

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.


R-E-S-P-E-C-T was actually playing in the background at the moment. Apparently Spaniards can’t get enough of 60s English tunes. The Beach Boys were another popular band on the loudspeakers. Mans looks miserable. Perhaps it’s because he was the only sober person at the whole fair.

The Spanish men are energetic, fun and have a sense of humor. They will happily sport heart-shaped pink sunglasses for the day.


About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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