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Going native in Murcia

by Debbie Jenkins "Eh, hombres, enhorabuenas!" Miguel El Gordo shouted at me and my husband Marcus, over the din of that night’s "entertainment." The second night of our fiesta was punctuated with the clamor of a heavy rock band. It was 2 a.m. and they had only just begun-more than three hours later than advertised. …

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