Every June 23 turning into June 24 the Spanish have a really awesome party. It is the shortest night of the year and they take to the beaches, build large fires and have a good time all night long. As I was told, you're supposed to jump over the fire to cleanse your soul and wash in the sea three times. Apparently, the courage and act of jumping over the fire has something to do with it. I did not jump over a fire because there wasn't much of an opportunity to do so. And no one else was doing it.
The night is supposed to be steeped in mystery and all the supernatural things are supposed to come alive. I got down to Málaga for this wonderful night and when we arrived, it was very foggy. As I was sitting on a beach the fog slowly started to lift, but not before a boat started to drift towards us. It was the strangest thing. We hadn't seen any boats until that point and suddenly there were just appearing, as if out of thin air. It was quite spooky. Add in some birds that I decided were bats and we were spooking each other out.
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