What, you ask, is this? Well, have no fear, for we are here to satisfy your naive curiousity...
When far from their homes and unable to celebrate the traditional Spanish holiday of St. Patrick's day with family , the only thing left to do is drink as much sangria as the human body will hold...and that we did, stretching our bladders like water balloons.
And we did it on a budget.
(In case you don't believe us...)
For a mere $40 NZD ($28 US) we managed to turn no less than seven people purple teethed and red lipped and faced, and into dancing fools, as sangria will do. And here's how we did it:
Javier, our Spanish liaison, Genny, and I went to the local grocery store, Foodtown, and purchased all that we needed: two boxes of red wine that came highly recommended by the local winos (at least we think that's what he mumbled), a few incomparable apples and oranges, some brown sugar, some cinnamon, and a few litres of soda. And, as a real indulgence, we were fortunate to be able to afford ice for the first time this trip...no warm sangria for these Spanish Leprechauns. 
Put 'em together and what have you got? A bunch of people from all over the world (Sweden, The States, South America, Spain, Malaysia, Wales, Germany, England) really "happy" trying to speak Spanish and failing.
The rest is blurry history.
Some of our international squad:
Luis: 
Our Genny Penny: 
Jonathan:
Our wine consiglieri
Mark, Monica, Jacqui
Gordon: 
