EL MOLI: Where we paid to eatEl Moli was a fancy restaurant at the bottom of the hill where we ate dinner twice. The first time was a 'thank you' dinner for Vicente after the last day of FIB. It was a jovial feast with wine, champagne and more wine. I suppose we were all feeling triumphant after surviving the festival; spirits were high.
We had so many toasts that night - check out all the glasses Jef has in from of him. In all fairness, though, he wasn't the only one with six glasses in front of him, but judging from the photo, he does seem to be hoarding a bottle of wine! And I learned a few more useful Italian phrases that night (I love that language!) such as, "Io sono ubriaca!" (I am drunk!) which I used for my toast. Despite our high spirits, we were all pretty wiped out after the festival. Still, we heard that there was a big 'after party' on the beach in Benicassim. Some folks stayed home to recover, while others were eager to party on. Jef and I rode over in the 'party pooper' car - those of us who only wanted to make a brief appearance, then come home and sleep.
"Just one hour," we agreed beforehand, but we ended up staying 'til 6 a.m. Even though it was a beach party, I didn't realize that we'd go swimming at night. The waves were gentle and inviting, the water warm. It was the first time d2b had swam in the sea at night, so he made a wish with Jef and me.
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