Nostalgic in Vitoria, you stay in Villava and we (call us modern, I will not hide) in San Sebastian. He had been trying to live in Baiuca for years. He has finally approached Euskal Herria and not any room. Some of the best concerts I've seen so far have taken place in Dabadaba. The Galician has left expectations in the moments before acting. With the room, but enough space for dance. The square is hot, eager to hear.

Mix the Galician folk with the electronics ready and didn't really know what I expected. We knew it was going to appear with the band, but how would I present my doubts: what is going to be direct and what is going to be recorded in advance and painted from the computer? They are based on bases, melodies and some voices, and the other three colleagues help you with percussion and voices. A pandero, another giant, veneer, azada, pan and even scallop shells have been used to complete rhythms above synthetic sounds. Merging tradition and actuality.

That is precisely the main idea that has left me back in my head: from respect and admiration, Baiuca maintains tradition, and even maintains it. And I feel like it doesn't break folklore. It works and very well. There is nothing else to see: sold out, and the spectators dancing, singing everything. Hundreds of kilometres from Galicia, Basques in Galician. There is hope.

It has drawn our attention, however, that behind the singers the DJ has often been in the background. We're too used to giving centrality to whoever sings, and a friend dares to compare it to what Bizarangan does. But, well, we've gone the songs and we've come, we've come to the end. As I expected, there was his most well-known songs, and at that moment I keep singing -- I'm also choro, with Chileans of muñei or bruised by snake venom. I didn't know what to expect, but I think they were the ones who really didn't expect such a warm welcome. Grateful, they promise to come back. And we will also be there.