My sister went to Compostella. It's in Galicia, and she found a music festival. I believe September is the month for them in Spain. We both love Galician bagpipes. Incidentally, there is a Galician language and it's nothing like Spanish. Not that this made much difference to my sister, the linguistic incompetent. She spent a week asking waiters for the hillside instead of the check. When she tried to ask for a white package, she got an anchovie sandwich.