Oh, What's in a Day.

After my mediocre siesta K cooked almuerzo, I boiled water, and A helped with the table. We had spaghetti with red peppers and onions in it. Delicioso.

When lunch was over we all sat around, watched Jersey Shore in spanish and laughed our patooties off. Then we headed out to the Correros again to meet up and go on another walking tour to walk all around Granada. For those who have been, I'm talking from the Autobus station back to Maewest. Yeah, we were walking for a good two hours. Granted, we saw a lot of great things, but really, it was more pain than pleasure... not acceptable. I tried to talk to Jorge, one of our guides, he's super adorable and really helpful. He's not quite as good at English as the rest of the group, but he's really knowledgeable about the program itself, which is great because he's in charge of academics... He really seems to be the most put together of the group.

After our Journey to East Jesus nowhere K, A, R and I headed out to get tapas and drinks because we were all famished. I'm not sure why, but I've been starving all of the time... It's probably stress. That and insomnia... first indicators of Culture Shock... learned that one today.

OH! BTDubbs, I had another life epiphany last night... there's something in the water here. I swear.

Last night/This morning at O'God Thirty, I started thinking about my place in the world, as far as 'what my story is' goes, and I realized that I think of my life kind of like a movie. Aside from the fact that I really wish John Hughes had directed it I think about it in the sense that everyone plays a part, no matter how significant, and I honestly spend a lot of my time wondering what my part is in the movie... But the more I thought about it, the more it occurred to me that I always try to fit myself into other peoples movies, when in fact, I need to realize that this is MY movie, and everyone else is in it. I know it's kind of strange, but it was 3am, I was dehydrated and a little loopy from lack of sleep. But it's still pretty deep, right?

Anyway, we headed out for tapas and went to the first place I went to with C and M on our first trip for tapas together. I still can't remember the name of the place but I know exactly where it is. They have AMAZING tapas, "Mejor tapas del Mundo" is their slogan, "best tapas in the world". ... Also they have the strongest wine in the world. Either that or K and I have a very low tolerance for Vino Blanco.

After we got over our initial buzz M and K2 showed up in the same plaza and we headed out for Churros con Chocolate. R's room mate M2 showed up with her friend from Madrid... I still don't know his name... but he helped us a lot with the language, and we helped and encouraged him. I personally think that his English is really good I just wish my Spanish was the equivalent, maybe it is... I just lack the confidence.  Ugh time to branch out.

When we finally got the bill we all headed down to another tapas place to get Tinto de Verano (Wine and Sprite/Lemonade mix) to top off the buzz we'd already started and to sit for a while longer. We all talked about how tired we were and how we wanted to get a good nights rest before heading to the Alhambra in the morning... I'm really not intending on taking too many pictures just yet because I've already seen it all, and I've already posted pictures of it all.
It's funny thought because all of the people in our group ask me before they do anything. Like, "Can I ask her to change this?"... Yes. "Can I try this on?"... the fitting room is right there. "Do we just sit?"... yepp. "Where's the bathroom?"... see the sign? It's nice because I kind of feel like the Mom of the group...
 --enter shannon quote about Miralax and B98.5 here--
But that's not so bad right? I just feel a little more knowledgeable... Oops, my pride is showing.


So now I'm sitting in my room blogging with you fine people basking in the reminance of what was air conditioning and letting the summer nights breeze in through the windows.

Spain is so magical. :)

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Buenas noches