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The stories have been written to keep the readers attention and are fun to read for you to learn through your motivation. PARALLEL TEXT La TomatinaAn adventure in La Tomatina . My name is Sean and Im 21 years old. . , . Im from New York, but I live in Barcelona, Spain for six months. , . . But sometimes crazy and funny things happen, like the one that Im going to explain to you today. , . I arrived to Spain in March, and I started to live with some very friendly boys and girls, sharing with them a beautiful apartment in the city center. . , . . Its a pleasure to live in the center of such a beautiful city. Its a pleasure to live in the center of such a beautiful city.

Everything is very close, even the University. In this house we live are four room-mates. , , . Sara is from Sevilla and shes twenty-six years old, she studies architecture. , , . Jos is from Barcelona, hes twenty years old, he studies engineering and hes passionate about football. . . Finally, Andrea, a girl from the south of France. Finally, Andrea, a girl from the south of France.

Her parents are Spanish, she studies advertising, but shes also a flamenco dancer. ? Dont you think they are incredible? . We get along very well and living with them is really easy. ? Do you know Barcelona? , . Its one of the biggest cities in Spain and is located in the Northeast of the country. , ( , , , , ) , ( , , ) . It is a city next to the sea, therefore it has the best of a big city (discos, big universities, shops to go shopping, restaurants, museums), but also the best from being close to the beach in Spain (nice weather, the sea, hundreds of beautiful beaches). , , . In addition, Barcelona is surrounded by mountains on all sides and its very close to the Pyrenees, the highest mountains in Spain, where you can ski during the Winter and part of the spring. , ? It is a place to stay, dont you think? . I was very busy studying and in the evenings I played football with Jos and his team. , . In Spain, the semester finishes in June. . I passed all my subjects with very good grades. . Now, I had all the whole summer in front of me, full of plans, next to the beach and with many friends to enjoy it. , , . Furthermore, in Spain, during the summer, in every village there are traditional and popular parties that I have heard of, but many of them were very strange to me and I didnt understand them very well. , . My friend Jos called me one day in July and invited me to go to a party in a village in Valencia that was going to be held in Augusto. . He said that it is surely the biggest party that I have ever been to in my life and that I couldnt miss it. . I asked him: Why is this party so spectacular? And hedidnt tell me a word! , . He said that it wanted it to be a surprise for me, that he will only give me the name of the party. He said that it wanted it to be a surprise for me, that he will only give me the name of the party.

The party was called the tomatina. . The party was called the tomatina. , . Of course, nowadays there are many websites and places where I could search for information about the mysterious la tomatina, but my friend made me promise him that I would not search for anything. . Jos bought two bus tickets and brought them home. Buol . That is how I learned that the village where we were going to go to the party was called Buol. ! Finally I knew something more about the mysterious summer party to which I was going to go! . The mystery continued. , . One week before the party, Sara, my room-mate, explained to me what tomatina means. . Tomatina was something like little tomato. ? What then was the party about? ? A party looking for the tiniest tomato of the world? What a mess! ! What a mess! , , ? As you may imagine, at that moment I was looking forward to partying, but at the same time I thought where the hell am I going? ! The day of the Tomatina we woke up very earlythree oclock in the morning! . We had breakfast very quickly and we hurried to the bus station. . There were a lot of young students like us, hundreds and hundreds, waiting for buses to Buol. . We sat down for waiting our bus and I could talk with a girl from France. . Her name was Anne and she told me that the Tomatina was the best party she had ever been to in her life. . And that this one was the third year in a row that she travelled to Buos to be there for the Tomatina! . I was talking with Anne for a while. , . , . She didnt speak Spanish and her English was very weird she had a funny French accent when she talked in English but she was very nice. , . And she was a very beautiful blond, with very fair skin and green eyes. , . , . However, we had to stop talking, because her bus was the number fifteen and mine was number eight. ! ? What a pity! Dont you think? . The bus was already a big party. . It was full of young people that wanted to party. ( . . .) , . Everybody was singing songs (in Spanish, I didnt understand very much, they were very difficult) and drinking sangra to avoid the heat that was from that day. ! But the journey it was so long! ! More than five hours needed to arrive to the famous Tomatina! , . At last, we arrived in Buol. ! There were thousands of people! , , , , ? Everyone was very happy and many of them wore diving goggles, swimsuits, shorts, sandals, waterproof hats What were all these things for? , . Little by little, we walked until we arrived to the center of the village, it was almost full of people. , , . ? Suddenly, it started playing with music, and people were dancing all around. ? Suddenly, it started playing with music, and people were dancing all around.

Was this the Tomatina? It didnt seem so spectacular to me . I realised that the music came from huge trucks. , . In these huge trucks were people, that were throwing something to the ones in the Street. ? ! What was it? It was something red and roundit seemed likethey were tomatoes! , . At that moment, I started to laugh a lot. , ? ! My friend Jos said to me, what do you think? I couldnt be happier! , . , , , ! That was crazy, imagine that: thousands of people laughing, jumping, dancing and throwing tomatoes at each other! , . . By the end, I was full of tomatoes from top to bottom, I was red like if I was a tomato myself. , . Even if you dont believe it, its absolutely true. ? Do you know what the best of it was? , , , . When everything finishes, the people continue in the streets, the music doesnt stop and the party continues. , , . So, we stayed there the whole day, ate a typical dish from Valencia, paella, and we drank a typical drink, sangra.