When we got to Guadalupe, we were starving, so we hit up a restaurant on the town plaza for a meal. Most restaurants on town plazas in Spain are pretty tourist-ey, and they don't always serve the best food, but we were so hungry we didn't care.
While we waited for our food, we heard lovely choral strains floating through the plaza. We knew there was an artisanal market nearby, so we thought that maybe the tunes were coming from there.
And then, a group of women in traditional Extremaduran dress walked by our table and into another bar, where they paused their singing to have a drink.
They repeated this all afternoon and into the evening: walking and singing through the plaza, and then sitting down at one of the terrazas to have a drink and chill. Sometimes they even sang while they were waiting for their drinks.
I like to think it is a local custom, but A had never seen this happen, and she's been to Guadalupe a LOT.
While we waited for our food, we heard lovely choral strains floating through the plaza. We knew there was an artisanal market nearby, so we thought that maybe the tunes were coming from there.
And then, a group of women in traditional Extremaduran dress walked by our table and into another bar, where they paused their singing to have a drink.
They repeated this all afternoon and into the evening: walking and singing through the plaza, and then sitting down at one of the terrazas to have a drink and chill. Sometimes they even sang while they were waiting for their drinks.
I like to think it is a local custom, but A had never seen this happen, and she's been to Guadalupe a LOT.
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