You’re wrong, it’s Tarifa, Spain. In 2004, while living in Washington, I took my (then) girlfriend to CDA, to her parent’s timeshare. We ended up at a dive bar playing pool. The gentlemen we were playing against didn’t like me/us very much. I chalked (hehe) it up to us constantly winning. She and I switched to darts, in order to separate us from the crowd of dipshits. But that didn’t help us when we closed out and left. When we got to my truck, two of the guys inside had followed us outside, and done a hell of a job being quiet about it. She screamed, and I immediately threw a left cross at the guy rounding my tailgate. Then, I made it to her, on my passenger side, and she’d kicked the other guy in the balls so hard that he probably sounds like a tenor to this day. I kicked him in his ribs, for good measure, wheeled around to my side of the truck, moved the first dipshit away from my truck, and exited the parking lot safely. I played golf the next day at the island course at CDA. And we drove back to the Tri-Cities. I’m older now. And there in hindsight, should’ve heeded the warnings about CDA from some of my friends at the time. I get it now, and always will. Fuck those pieces of shit.