The Spanish celebrate New Year in a big way. A lot of people wear evening dress – the the sort of thing I associate with Glyndebourne Opera. I’ve usually gone to a big family party, but this year we went to see Santa Cruz.
At midnight, they have fireworks. (To be honest, this year it wasn’t as good as usual. I think the town hall are worried about money just like the rest of us) Then the live music starts in the Plaza España, and the dancing goes on until morning. I’m afraid I missed that, because we both have heavy colds and just wanted to sleep.
And may 2009 bring you whatever you most wish for. In my case, an un-runny nose, for starters.
