My, What Loud Fireworks You Have...

So, San Juan is basically the Fourth of July, but bigger and louder in every way.

I don't know if you can see, but those little bumps are heads.
Just bagillions of them.

The beach was completely packed. Like thousands and thousands down the entire coast, just infinite people. All setting off fireworks (but us, I could not find anywhere to buy fireworks for the life of me).

These were no ordinary fireworks. It sounded like they dropped us in the middle of a warzone while a protest was going on. Every firecracker is like a shotgun next to your ear, it's ridiculous. I don't know how they do it, but those... those are fireworks. Not this sissy american nonsense.
It's not a pop, it's a BANG.

Otherwise, it's basically just 3209483094 people sitting on a beach.

You know, all night.

(FYI, the only people that go into the water at midnight are... well, tourists.)

We left sometime after two. We were all pretty tired, and nothing was really happening. I'm all for just sitting and relaxing, but the food and the drinks were way too expensive to sit there all night (note to self, bring food to the beach).

It was pretty awe inspiring to see that many people in the same place. I can't quite emphasize that all of Barcelona was there. That just blew my mind.

Because you can totally use mortar fireworks
in the middle of the crowd...

Also, don't worry. I won't become a photographer anytime soon. Obviously don't have the skill set.