My new friends and I spent the next while chatting, joking, and teaching each other the most-important phrases in English, Spanish, and Gallego (the language of Galicia.) It had gotten dark, and I was really enjoying myself, as they were all very friendly. I was also, it appeared, becoming quite drunk.
As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Delfi got a twinkle in her eye and asked me, in English, “Do you want to go to an Infinity Party?”
Now this sounded exciting. They all continued to explain in Spanish, and from what I could gather, it was a party, with a DJ, electronic music, lights, in a building out here in the country, and it could last all night long, till infinity—La Fiesta Infinita.
You know what that sounded like to me? A RAVE!!!
Amazing! I was being invited to a RAVE! I explained that I had nothing to wear but my pilgrim clothes.
“No te preoccupes,” they said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” So I ran upstairs to put away my journal, and put on a little lip gloss, trying to get ready for the party as best I could. I was SO EXCITED. A rave, in the middle of Spain! Me! Who would’ve guessed it?
I was so nervous I could barely contain myself. I had no idea what to expect, beyond the hope of hoardes of colorfully-dressed people thronging in the open countryside, beats echoing off the mountains in the distance.
So you can imagine my surprise when we approached a very, very, very small barn at the end of a field, and opened the door to…
“We’re here!” they exclaimed, breaking into hysterical laughter. “La Fiesta Infinita!”
The “Infinity Party” turned out to be the four of us, a turntable, a discoball, and a case of beer, in a shack on the outskirts of town.
I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Now, the joke was on me!
But, despite its lack of sophistication, technology, and, uh, people, La Fiesta Infinita was seriously the best party I could imagine going to. Four people in a shack with a turntable and a discoball in the middle of nowhere? Truly the stuff memories are made of.