I am soaked. People scream all around me. I make a quick turn to the left, and I am hit again. Clutching my nose I fall to the ground. I desperately search through the overcrowded street for something, anything to throw back...

There a torn shirt, here a discarded pair of goggles, but mostly just a whole lot of tomatoes. Tomatoes everywhere! With a loaded armful of the plump red veggies, I fire as quickly as possible. The biggest food fight in Spain, and the most fun I have had since those elementary school cafeteria days…

To think the only words I needed to get here were "¿Dónde está la fiesta?"

Find your own fiesta aqui.