They're all have bags! *Bah dum CHHHH*
...Yeah, to say I'm sleep deprived would be an understatement.
This morning when I got home I crisscrossed my way around the apartment looking for water, bread, and acetaminophen. Anything to prevent the next days headache.
So at 10:00 I awoke to the church bells ringing for some ungodly reason... Like, it's a Sunday bro, and everyone was out last night... Let's be real.
After the abrupt awakening I realized that the 3L of water I drank last night wasn't enough so I downed another 1,5L and sat on the sofa watching the Spanish version of "The X Factor".
At about 11:30 everyone woke up and we sat around talking about how great the night was. I decided that I was extremely hungry, and started to make toast, when K suggested we make rice, so we did with the Mango Curry Salsa, yepp it was amazing. We watched TV whilst eating our lovely brunch and it happened to be "Rugrats Gone Wild", IN SPANISH. Yepp, it was pretty amazing.
When everything settled down, I sent a text to Maite about meeting up, and I went to her apartment to say hi and catch up. I didn't realize just how rusty my Spanish was, because I've been using a lot of English in the house, and all of our meetings have been in English...
Side Note: There's a college group here from Tulane, and they are required to take Integratted classes at the actual University, and half of these kids don't know the difference between Bolsa and Bolso, or how to say "Como estas?" ... It's quite tragic, and it pisses me off. All of the tours have an optional English version, just to make sure we get all of it, but why the heck would you opt out of Spanish when we're here to study Spanish? I mean, I was listening to these kind of tours when I was 18... these kids are 21+ and can't form proper sentences... Ugh. If I were their Spanish teacher...
So now that I'm done with my rant, meeting up with Maite was really nice. Irene told me about Monster High and how she LOVED the doll I got her. Maite filled me in on her trip and how all of her friends were doing. I asked her for some advice about laundry and the cooking and what not... She told me she'd make me lunch sometime and we could have patatas fritas... :) She's perfect really. When I finally said my goodbyes she told me that if I needed anything, anything at all to call her, ask her, any time. She told me she'd be home a lot because he house will be FILLED with girls soon.
Not to get all religious on you guys, but God totally had that one planned perfectly. She's really like a mom away from mom. :)
On my way home I realized how hot it was getting and started dreading the trip to the Albaizin. Just because I thought we were walking again, like we did with MaryCarmen... Not Fun. However, we got to take a bus and it was amazing, crowded, but way better than walking. However, when we were done we started walking for. ever. But the end result was totally worth it. We landed at an Arab Tea House and had the best tea that Spain has to offer. Granted, this stuff generally tastes the same from place to place, but it's still the best. Arab Tea could be a drug, or jazz music, it's that good. The Baklava was just as amazing. I've never had it though, soooo I can't say it's the best... everyone around me said it was amazing, and they'd had it before. OH! Funny part - so R and I sat there at a table to ourselves sand they bring out a plate with four pieces on them, so we each had two and enjoyed every last bite of those little suckers... there were six girls across from us sitting three to a table, and they each only had one and looked really upset about it, while R and I are enjoying the EFF out of some delish baklava. When our second plate came out one girl gave us a look like "Oh my God, that's so much sugar." and another girl had the nerve to say "Looks like you're hungry." BITCH! I hadn't eaten since 11 and I'm not about to let you lecture me about what I'm going to eat.
I did NOT come to Spain to lose weight... unlike your sorostitute perky cheerleader self. Callate
... Whew. Sorry.
As the crew started to leave, a group of nine of us headed out on our own to hit the streets with all of the shops on them. M3 got a pair of pants like mine, R got a little ball that can hold loose tea, which they sell EVERYWHERE here... can you bring that through customs?... Philly was pretty lax last time.
Anyway. So after some touristy things, R and M1 headed home to get to dinner, while the seven of us that were left went out for tapas. Honestly, I didn't eat a whole lot today, but I feel fine, just dehydrated really.
At the tapas place we all had a drink, which came with three plates. It was quite a deal really, 3E for wine and three plates? CHYEA! A started to look a little tired and ready to go home, which seemed cool, but I wanted to stay out. When K and A both said they'd wait, I took it as a sign that I needed to just go home with them... As much as it's cool to be peoples 'Yoda', I'm really sick of being the leader of this group... Quit asking me stupid questions. "Are we stopping here?" ... well see how we're not walking anymore? "Can I just pick the orange out of the glass?" ... no you should bob for it... What the frack? Really?
I am now sitting in my apartment with a mild chafe forming between my legs due to excess sweat in my alladin pants... Sorry for the grotesque pictures, but I want to document everything... kind of.
Today was fun, and memorable.
I'm making friends a lot easier than I thought I would.
Ha, I'm awesome. :)
(humble brag)
<3
Buenas Tardes.
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