10-25-2004, 09:32 PM
They had crossed the French borders three days before, and began making their way East and down the coast of Spain. The troupe was still days away from their final destination, but they were making good time, stopping in some of the smaller cities to rest, and take in the Spanish culture; Yalene in particular seemed to brighten as they steadily got closer to the Sea, the familiar waters that she loved.
Currently they were enjoying a week long Festival in the seashore city of Blanes, a welcome escape from the Spanish roads, and the hastily built evening camps. The sun was still hours from setting, but the eveningâs festivities had begun, with what looked to be a celebration of the fishermanâs catch. In the town's main square a feast had been set up, and the meal of seafood was communal, take what you wanted and enjoy yourself.
-Theore
Currently they were enjoying a week long Festival in the seashore city of Blanes, a welcome escape from the Spanish roads, and the hastily built evening camps. The sun was still hours from setting, but the eveningâs festivities had begun, with what looked to be a celebration of the fishermanâs catch. In the town's main square a feast had been set up, and the meal of seafood was communal, take what you wanted and enjoy yourself.
-Theore