November 28, 2011
Day 66

I wish every weekend was like this weekend here in Spain. I am really not looking forward to going back to Isla Cristina tomorrow night. I'm going to miss all my friends here but I am glad that I got to come up one more time to see all of them and party with them! I will be coming back here, in the north of Spain, to kick it with all of them again soon that is for sure. And hopefully at least a couple of them will get the chance to come to Seattle and I can show them how us Americans live and party. Haha.
So I'm just gonna skip to the good parts and that would be Saturday night.
The night started off at a birthday party for one of Uxia's friend's. At first I was bored because I didn't understand what anyone was saying and I felt so out of place. But bring on the alcohol and bam I was talking with everyone, dancing, singing and just enjoying myself. Everyone was trying to talk in English with me which was nice. I always feel so exotic and like I am a celebrity when people realize I speak English. It is so foriegn here for someone to speak English so whenever people know I speak English they are so interested in me and everything about me. It's funny but cool at the same time.
The cops ended up being called so we all agreed to take the party to the pubs/clubs in town. Well on our way out one of the girls started puking really bad and ended up passing out and not responding to anyone so we had to call the ambulance. When the medics brought her out of the house I felt so bad for her. She was so pale and like jelly, couldnt even hold her own arm up. Alcohol poisoning I am assuming. Poor girl, I hope she is ok.
After we got her all taken care of with the medics we began our mile or so walk to where all the clubs were. Drunk and in 5 inch stilletos that mile walk felt like a lifetime but luckily my friend Tamara and I were enjoying ourselves. We laughed the entire way and just didn't give a shit.
Got to the club and I was only there for about 10 minutes before I went and met up with my friend Andy. Apparently he saw me and my friend Paula and heard us from across the town square. I don't exactly remember I just know that her and I were laughing the entire time we were walking to the square to meet up with him. Good times, of course!
Got to Andy and he and I hung out in the square before deciding to go back to his house. It was so freaking cold it was ridiculous and my feet hurt.
We get back to his house and end up watching soccer all night. Poor guy is a Real Madrid fan. Poor, poor guy. Barca is where it's at! Next thing I knew I could hear his dad yelling his name. We woke up and I looked at his phone it was nearly 4pm! On one hand I thought I should get myself home but on the other I didn't feel like getting up and walking home just yet my feet still hurt and I just plain didn't want to get out of bed. All my debating was useless because when Andy came back from talking with his parents he got back into bed and we cuddled more and watched more soccer.
Then I got a massage!
Out of no where he looked at me and was like "tu quieres massaje?" and I was like "what? a massage? sure" and he laughed and said "si o no?" and of course I wasn't going to turn down a massage so this girl got one of the best back massages ever! And then we fell asleep for about an hour or so.
Woke up and cuddled more before we realized it was nearly 8pm. So finally, at 8pm on Sunday I went back to my house. I would say I had a very successful Saturday night!
Now today, Monday. I woke up at 10am, looked at my phone and saw a text from Uxia saying to be at her school at 10:30am to be a guest in an English class. FML big time, I had to rush hardcore to get ready since I still had to walk to her school which is about a 10 minute walk, all up hill, so that left me with 20 minutes to do everything I usually do in the morning. Yeah, I didn't get to shower, thank god I showered last night at like 10pm so I was still feeling decently clean.
English class was fun. It was small but it was nice helping these 15 and 16 year olds better their English. I only did it for one hour and then helped some teachers for one hour with their English but I felt good about it. I talked with the teacher I was working with (she is here teaching for a year, I think, from California) and we started talking about the possibility that I could do something like what she is doing as a way to come back to Spain. Of course I would need to speak Spanish fluently but no biggie I was already planning on going home and taking Spanish classes at Highline.
Now I am laying in my warm bed waiting for Andy to text me so we can hang out again. I really need to get my phone reloaded with some money! And sadly this will probably be the last time I can reload my phone, so I gotta get Andy to get an email. haha.

November 24, 2011

Woke up at 7:30am this morning. An hour later than I was supposed to. Woo go me! Thankfully I had packed my bag the night before so all I had to do was get the last minute things (toothbrush, make up, hair brush, etc.) in my bag. Simple.

I hate rushing around to get ready. It makes me so nervous that sometimes I nearly have panic attacks. I shoved some cereal down my throat took a shower in literally 2 minutes and got dressed. Was supposed to be out the door by 8. I was ready to go by 8:05. Amazing I got ready so quick, given I usually take about an hour to get ready. But I knew that if I didn’t leave before 8:10 (at the latest) my whole trip would probably be fucked.

Ended up leaving around 8:15 since Fernando wasn’t yet ready to take me to the bus station but it’s ok I made it to the station in time and got on the bus. No problem. Now here is where I really wished I spoke Spanish. This uber attractive guy said something to me (I think about reclining his seat) but I wasn’t sure what he said and hell even if I was, I didn’t know how to respond. So the entire ride (like 2 hours) to Sevilla he and I kept exchanging glances with smiles, of course.

Smoot ride to Sevilla then I had to find a taxi. Wasn’t that hard, they were all lined up outside the bus station. Hopped in and instead of feeling like I was going to be kidnapped by the taxi driver and murdered I felt safe. The car was clean, smelt good, the cabby lady was nice. All around I wasn’t fearing for my life the entire time. She was a nice lady although we didn’t communicate much because of the language barrier but she was still nice enough.

Now I am sitting in the Sevilla airport. I got here around 11:15am and my flight doesn’t leave until 4:30pm. However this was my only option, to get here super early and sit around and wait or not go on my trip at all. I’d rather sit around and wait, I’ve done a lot of that in airports lately to not even care anymore, than to miss my entire trip.

Tried to get some chips from the vending machine but the damn machine wouldn’t take my coin. It’s like it’s sitting here, staring at me, taunting me, telling me that I’m a poor bastard that doesn’t get to eat. Sure I could go to one of the cafes here and get something but I wanted some damn chips! Although I did end up getting 2€ from the machine that weren’t mine. So score I suppose! 2€ I wasn’t expecting to have. Hopefully the rest of the day goes this well.

Tried to get online. Stupid internet here tricks you. It connects to the wi-fi network no problem. Opens the internet to the homepage. Perfect. And then when you go to type in a different URL stupid jerks decide to THEN tell you “oh wait, loser, you have to either have an account with movistar internet or buy one now to use the internet. Oh you don’t have one? Hahahaha that sucks, you’re lame, go play in traffic now idiot”. So instead of surfing the oh-so-exciting web on this gorgeous Thanksgiving day I am stuck with playing solitaire which I play too often and get bored of quick.

2.5 more hours till my flight leaves. Going to get my visa and passport checked and head through security to wait for the gate to open. Gotta be one of the first there because it’s a damn free for all for seats on this airline. I can just imagine the African Savanna in this situation. Lions going after gazelles. Should be fun!

November 20, 2011
(too lazy to count days)

I never want to spend an entire day in Ikea ever again unless I am actually buying stuff for myself. Which we know that will probably not happen until I move out and get my own place, so that means I don't will not be stepping foot inside that Swedish hell until I finish college.
I usually love Ikea but not when the entire freaking country of Spain had the same idea as us on this extremely rainy day to go freaking furniture shopping. Holy hell it was a mad house in there. I don't think I have ever seen an Ikea so freaking busy in my life and there weren't even any insane sales or anything! Not to mention since I wasn't shopping it just made it that much less enjoyable for me. I was really hoping to try and slip across to the centro commercial (mall) but never really got the courage to ask so I didn't. Oh well, probably for the better anyways, kept me from spending lots of money that I don't need to spend right now.
All I gained from this Ikea trip was hangover burps. I was so excited to eat lasagna today that I can't even explain to you the level my excitement was at. This lasagna was advertised as having chicken instead of beef so that made me even more excited. Then I sat down at the table, cut into my lunch and gagged. It was cat food in there, NOT CHICKEN! Ok, well, it really wasn't cat food but hot damn it looked like it and even tasted like it. This isn't the first time I have seen this so called meat on food here before. I learned quick not to order the "ensalada mixta" (mixed salad) because it comes with pieces of cat food on it. The shit literally tastes like I would imagine cat food to taste and has the same texture I imagine too. I don't see how these Spaniards eat it and enjoy it. Barf.
Now you are wondering "wtf are hangover burps"? So you know when you are hungover and you become best friends with the toilet? Yeah, every time you puke it has that weird acidy, alcoholy taste to it. That is how my burps taste. I wish I could say it is because I am hungover but no it is because of that stupid cat food lasagna I ate earlier. I have even brushed my teeth, eaten a grilled cheese, some soup, some hot chocolate, coffee, sode and a donut. Nothing will get rid of these hangover burps. I cant stand it!
In other news, I am not feeling so sick. My nose is still an asshole sometimes but not as stuffed up and I am not really a mouth breather anymore.

O GROVE IN 4 DAYS!

November 11, 2011

Been a while since I have posted anything. Sorry to everyone that reads my entries and looks forward to a good laugh. Lately I've just been too lazy to sit down and write and hell I forget half of the time. Life is still splendid here and I am still not sure I want to go home. Haha. I will go home, I promise all of you, I will but I will be back in Spain very soon!
Saturday we are going to Cordoba for the day. It's a biggish city about 2.5 hours northeast of where I live with lots of history and I hear it is really beautiful. It is also Carmen's third birthday, so that should be fun.
2 weeks until I go to O Grove, alone, for five days. I am so excited!