I’m writing this in the very early hours of September 23rd, the festival of St Juan in Andalusia (and elsewhere around the globe).

Tonight there will be fireworks and bonfires lit, and the place has certainly taken on a party vibe. Drawn to the music coming from a nearby beach-bar, a chiringuito, I found a lot of young people undertaking a weird hybrid of flamenco and bhangra. Music for dancing? You bet.

Some semi-nudity was in evidence amongst topless girls (which in this part of Spain barely qualifies as nudity), and at the chiringuito I visited a young guy who spoke good English said the bonfires would be lit at midnight, a lot of alcohol would be consumed and, yes indeed, full nudity was not beyond the boundaries of possibility.

Sadly, because of our domestic arrangements, it means that the RL Mr. Keng and I will have to attend this, not more than 200m from our apartment, in relay, rather than together, as a bit of midnight communal nudity and skinny dipping under a coincidental super moon sounds like it would be one of the great memories of life.

I wasn’t sure whether to hold back on today’s ‘postcard’ until it was all over, but I’ve opted to post this at breakfast time (in Europe) and then see what madness unfolds over the course of the day.

I look forward to it all.

Ella.