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Yo, let me not even get started on the local markets in the Barrio de los Pescadores. The energy there? Off the charts. I remember one hot afternoon when I just exploded with joy at a vendor selling the freshest anchovies and olives – they were so fine, man, they knocked my socks off. But then, lemme throw in a grin: some days, the hustle in Isla-Cristina kinda gets on my nerves. Traffic on Avenida del Sol? Ugh, maddening sometimes! Like, come on, chill, right?

Damage of the 1969 earthquake in Fonte Luzeiros, Portugal (a). Isla Cristina, Spain (b) and Seville, Spain (c)