On Christmas Eve night, instead of heading to bed before Papa Noel could make his rounds my roommate, Rob (a guy from the Spanish school) and myself danced the night (and part of the morning) away at a one of the few clubs that was actually open...unfortunately I can't remember the name. It was a SMALL Rastafarian bar in Granada, Spain close to Plaza Nueva...that's all I've got :) But it was a BLAST!!!
13 years ago
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