Do you want my cocaine?

La Festiva de San Sebastia occurs in Palma de Mallorca, a city in the Mediterranean island of Mallorca (near Ibiza) each year, involving a bonfire, barbecue, drunk people, music, and other things that characterize kick-ass street parties in honor of some long-dead saint.

Naturally when 70 American college students descend on it and treat it like any other frat party, except with Spanish people (some of whom look like pirates), 80s-themed music, and barbacoa, things get a bit crazy.

After a long period of drinking several of us had to pee, so we ducked into some random, I think it was a vitamin shop, place, talked to some Peruvian ex-pat for a bit, and waited. I didnt have anything to do so I eyed a box of fruit sitting in the storage closet and, naturally, stole a coconut.

then, nos fuimos, into the night, throwing up the devil horns when we needed to feel like Ugly Americans. And I with my coconut.

I have a picture to show eventually, but basically I spent the next 30 min asking random Spanish people ¨Quieres mi coca?¨, meaning ¨Do you want my coconut?¨ No...no they didnt....Bastards. Well one girl did, but you know damn well I snatched it back from her. Es mio.

I got a lot of laughs and stares, of course, and not the good kind either, like when I go out wearing nothing but an oak barrel, Looney Tunes-style. Maybe because I was an obviously drunk, obnoxious, thickly accented American asking strangers if they wanted a damn coconut. Or perhaps because, I later learned, the word for coconut isn´t ¨coca¨but rather ´coco.´

Coca means cocaine.