Let's be real for a minute. Cobble stone is quite possibly the most unforgiving form of ground there is, aside from marble side walks. It's extremely uncomfortable to walk on, and you really have to have on some form of hiking boot to not feel the uneven stones between your feet, and I'm walking around in flip flops with a sole made out of mushy things that are starting to conform to the contoured pavement. On the marble sidewalk it's almost just as bad, I don't feel the ground, but I slip a lot and ate it super hard on some stairs yesterday.
Converse for the rest of the trip, yeah?
So, Today's Friday... I was so excited on Wednesday that I decided we should have a celebration of sorts to celebrate making it through the first week of classes. It hasn't even been a hard week, and all I want to do is celebrate the fact that the week is over... This is like college. HA! This is college.
Today in classes I was again called on quite frequently by my professors or given more challenging material. Begonia, our director, said it's because I have a good accent and people think that I know Spanish better than I do. Thanks for the vote of confidence guys, but let's not pick on the chick who can imitate just about every accent, mkay? But I kind of felt like a star student, which abroad means WAY more than it ever could in the US. I know to some people I probably look like "that student" but you can hate on someone else, because I'm doing what I need to do, to ensure my future goals... you're here for elective credits...
After class we all sat around and had lunch and instead of taking my siesta like I knew I should have, I looked at pictures of Dylan O'Brien and listened to his interviews... I really need to stop, because I spent almost two hours on the computer and missed nap time completely. The moment I went into my room to pray for a moment of sleep my room mate said "Hey, Meg what time do you want to go shopping? We can leave in 10".... meh. I needed black shorts...
We headed out shopping at around 6:00pm and I loaded up on stuff that I figure I was going to get eventually. I got some super cute black shoes, a pair of really lose pants, some cami's, a belt, and black shorts. So I got what I needed, aside from one top, and a few things I didn't necessarily need but for everything I bought, which is all good quality, I spent just under 40E. Everything was somewhere around 6E, except the shorts because they were kind of fancy. I love rebajas. (Sales from July to August)
During our shopping adventure we landed at a gelato place which was packed, so we decided "hm, why not, let's give it a try". We walked in and my waist line immediately regretted it. It was the BaskinRobins of helado. There were at least 30 flavors, all of which looked amazing, and I honestly had time picking three, let alone narrowing it down to one. There's chocolate kinds, fruity kinds, Spanish kinds, liquor kinds, vanilla kinds, ALL KINDS! As I started to narrow it down to chocolate, I saw the mother of all helados. It's the Spanish equivalent to White Turtle. Do you know how long it's been since I've hat White Turtle from Brusters? THIS WAS BETTER!!! It was so creamy, so caramel-y, so nutty. UGH I had a mouthgasm on the street it was so good.
After our shopping adventure and day of amazing helado, we headed back home to get ready for a Flamenco event that we'd bought tickets for earlier in the day. I finally got to shower, an event which hasn't happened for three days, and shaved my legs, another event that hasn't happened since I got to Granada. It's okay, be disgusted. I'm pretty sure the guys here shave more than I do.
So we all go ready and ate eggs with toast for breakfast, I love it! BRINNER! They do it all the time!
We then headed out right down the street to a bar that hosted the show. We got Sangria and Tapas while we were waiting and then the music started.
Side Note: For those of you who don't know I'm a huge jazz fan, it speaks to my soul every time I hear it and I really want to learn how to play it/sing it. It's great improv, great sounds, great everything. I love it more than life itself.
Flamenco is different to say the least. However, it's almost like Spanish Jazz. You can really hear the emotion that the singer, guitar player, and dancer all put into the song. They really pour their hearts out. It really got to me. I mean, I didn't get all teary eyed while we were watching it, but still, it really is a powerful thing. Jazz music = soul, Flamenco music = heart.
At midnight, when the show finally ended, I realized just how late it was and how tired I'd become. I headed back to the apartment with A and K and we crashed super hard. Last nights sleep was possibly the best that I've gotten.
I'm not emailing professors, trying to get my financial aid strait and finishing up this blog for you fine folks. :) Hope you enjoyed it.
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Buenos Dias.
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