I do not live in Cadiz. I live in Madrid.
Madrid's Carnaval is a smaller, more controlled affair. However, we woke Saturday morning to the first rumbling notes of this song. As the bass kicked in, our house began to shake and throwing open the windows, we realized that they were testing the speakers for the stage of the opening ceremony of Madrid's Carnaval. In front of our house.
Matt, Charly and I pulled up couches to the window, threw open the doors and spent our afternoon watching the antics of Carnaval.
Mat and I also caught the parade that trailed through the streets of Madrid that evening. Firebreathers and women in giant dresses floated through the twilight.