We celebrated the feast Sant Joan (Saint John the Baptist) on Monday night with dinner on our rooftop and a beach party. Lee's friend, Spencer, and Spencer's friend Mika were in town. The neighbors provided hours of dinner entertainment with their amateur firework displays. It still never ceases to amaze me the things Spaniards think are normal compared to what Americans would go crazy about. If one person lit the kind of fireworks the neighbors all had, the cops would be all over it - let alone EVERY neighbor on the block.

We followed up dinner by heading down to the beach. Everyone was out in full force enjoying some serious botellón action. We ran into Sam of Tapaç24 fame. Being too cheap to pay the 15 euro cover charge, we opted to dance the night away outside of one of the beach clubs.