The GCW Tour, Spain & Morocco: I Haven't Seen This Many People Wearing White Pants Since Saturday Night Fever

I'm sitting in our hotel lobby/cafe waiting for the niece -- the room is such that unless you're very close (or one person is still in bed with the covers over their head), one person has to vacate while the other gets ready -- watching the people go by. 

San Fermin officially kinks off in two hours, and the first bull run is tomorrow morning, but these people are ready. At least half -- and closer to 80% of the twenty-somethings -- are dressed in the traditional white with a red sash. Of course, I say "traditional," but it's clearly not the tradition of the people dressed that way, many of whom speak less Spanish than I do. 

Any excuse for a party I guess, even if it means dressing like a member of the kitchen staff.*

But I can't complain too much. Even Dave is getting into the spirit of things...

* Actually, that's not quite fair. If you were dressed like kitchen staff you'd be wearing heavy duty whites designed to offer protection from burns and whatnot. Most of the whites I'm seeing were clearly bought at one of the many (many, many) souvenir tables that have sprung up all over town. For €10 to €20 you can get a complete set of whites constructed from some of the cheapest fabric possible. I'm not sure the people wearing them realize just how see through their outfit is. Of course, they're twenty, so maybe they do.