Granada, Day 6

I'm going to skip the summary of the day, it's pretty much going to be the same day to day.

8:30 Breakfast
9:00 Head to school
9:30 Class
10:30 Head home
11-3:30 Sleep and Eat
4:00-7:00 Classes
7:00-11:00 whatevs.

Here's the fun stuff.

Yesterday after class, around 7:00 I was walking home with one of the girls who's from my school back home. We walked past this woman with coupons for yougurt (european spelling mom!) for only ONE EURO! Duh, we took her up on the offer.

I told you that, to tell you this:
Today, around 7:30 after classes and talking with professors we decided to go exploring for said Heladaría (yogurt or ice cream place). Terrible. Terrible. Terrible idea. We walked to and fro for about thirty minutes before my stomach got the best of me and I had to get home. However, we were on a street that I'd never been before... But W, the girl I was with, knew exactly where she was... what we didn't know was how to get back to my apartment... I had a mini panic attack before I came to my senses and decided to use this Spanish language that I know pretty well to ask for directions. Too bad NO ONE in Granada has heard of Calle de Jose Recueras... I had to have asked seven people before anyone even had the slightest idea what I was talking about.
This one woman, with a voice like Fran from the Nanny and an accent like no other told me exactly how to get there, with lots of hand motions to make sure that I understood. I love Spaniards sometime. :)

So after wandering around for another 20 minutes or so I found a street that I was familiar with and booked it home so that I wouldn't miss cena (dinner). However, when I got home, stomach growling and empty as that great abyss they have in 300, Madre wasn't here!!! I was STARVING though, so I ate the remainder of my peanut M&M's and some sweet tarts.. which wasn't a great idea. Then when Madre got home about 30 minutes later  she made us Hamburgesas. I told her that they tasted different, and she then explained to me her dream.

She wants very badly to come to the U.S. and to have a McDonalds burger on the street or at least an American burger on the street. I told her about the burgers my mom makes, and how they're super huge and really good. She was super jealous. I told her if she ever gets a chance to come she'd be more than welcome to stay with us and we'd feed her burgers every day. :)

This woman is really changing my life.


After dinner I talked with M and C and we decided that we were going to go out and get tapas and vino, appetizers and wine, or in M's case, Sangria.
We stopped at a place kind of far away and had a class of wine each, tapas, and lots of bread. Lots. Of. Bread.

We sat down and a man with FLAMING BATONS came over and started twirling them around. He was pretty attractive with his dancing around with no shirt on self. Ha! But he was pretty much begging for money and I didn't feel like giving him any.
Judge me. Go ahead.
So after the Tapas we headed back in the general direction of our apartments and said our farewells.
We passed a bunch of Spanish men, WHO SMELT GOOD! That was a new one for me! HAHAHA

But this is a great college town. It's pretty alive at night.
Lot's of cutie patooties.

Gonna go find me a Spanish amante soon so that I can learn the language, and have one of those fun foreign romances that you only read about in those cheesy bodice rippers. ;)

Voy a dormir.

Buenas Noches

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