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yeah so you know what sucks? having to leave a discoteca early because your stomach feels like shit. honestly i am like dancing the night away and all of sudden my stomach is like, hey you know what would be realllllyyyy fun? putting a mini bomb in your stomach. maybe we will even make you throw up. that´s the goal (says my stomach).
well FUCK you stomach. i told Bryce (OH YEAH Guesssss WHAT? bryce is viisting me! yeah its so crazy to have some one from home in europe. i dont remember if i have wrote on th
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Yeahhhhh so that was a fail of an AHP. I got distracted by
making mash potatoes at 5am and then skyping Justina for an hour and then
Dennis for three. But we´ll get to all that in a bit. I don´t understand WHERE
my time goes! So let me catch you all up on that past week. It was literally
the craziest four days since I have been to Spain.. And then a recovery day at
the beach J
WEDNESDAY
I don´t remember what I do during the days…. Like normal
stuff, some classes and then eat with my friends.. I feel like I just wait
around for the nights…
So remember my new friends I made the week before? Catarina
and Luiza? Well it turns out that one of Luiza´s roommates is a salsa teacher!
I get facebook invitations everyweek from Erasmus for “Salsa classes at Café Tucán!!!”
I don´t know why I hadn´t been yet. I think someone had told me it wasn´t that
great? Well I was suppose to go to Ash Wednesday mass but I got distracted by
something or another (food and then cleaning my room) so oops bad Catholic, BUT
I looked it up and Ash Wednesday isn´t actually a day of Holy Obligation. So at
least I didn´t commit a horrible sin.
The salsa class that my portugese speaking friends informed
me about started at 8pm, but I was late of course and didn´t leave my till like
8 30. Then, I am directionally retarded and decided to take a bike which allows
for even less of a reaction time so I ended up being lost for like half an hour
even though it only should have taken me like five minutes to get there. Oh
well live and learn.. When I did get there, the environment was really chill
and you were suppose to pay 5 euros for the class which was of 2 hours but
since I got there late decided to just sit out with Luiza and watch: “Un dos
tres.. cince seis siete” that was the count that was repeated the entire time. Where
is cuatro? Anyways, the count (yes I realize they are just numbers) got stuck
in my head…
Once the class was mostly over, we decided we wanted to go
drink something but everything at Café Tucán was too expensive so we decided to
go to some local bar or tapas place to grab a beer (or sangria for me). We
ended up finding this little bar called La Niña Bonita, got a few pitchers of sangria
and of beer and just chatted about life. You know, fun girl stuff. Oh, and Neva
joined us as well a bit later.
Side note: SUPER annoying. For some reason it is legal in
Spain for random street vendors to come into restaurants and bars and try to
sell you random shit. Why the hell would I want to buy a lighter or sunglasses
or a hat??? I AM DRINKING SANGRIA!
Ten euros later, we decided to move our party to Chris and
Jean Luc´s apartment, mostly to just drink some 3 euro wine and collect those
two and Pelle to come back to Café Tucán. They had another salsas class at 11
which was free! Oh, and if you decide to take the lesson, you get a free
mojito! Which actually was awful cuz it was soooo horrible sweet I couldn´t
finish it. Neva and I got gin and tonics, AND we would get free chupitos with
our shot. OH andddd the bar tender was Venezuelan. She loved me too much J
Me and Neva did some work on these bar nuts… Like, I
actually ate enough to be full even though I hadn´t eaten dinner…
Ended up being there till almost 230 and it actually got really full. When we had first gotten there the environment was pretty chill but by 230 it was like crazy full. Unfortunately, it was only me Neva Pelle and Luiza and the latter two weren’t really dancing too much and I am not one to meet random people at bars… Too much effort slash I hate small talk especillay when one or two parties isn´t sober. What´s really cool about being an Erasmus student is that every single night there is like a promotion to get into a discoteca for free before a certain time (230, 330, 430—just depeneds). Tonight´s was for Miniclub and neither Pelle nor I had been there before so we had promised each other that we were going to make go even though it was a Wednesday night and I had class at 830am the next day… I don´t know why I made this promise because the first week I went to Rumbo on a Wednesday night with a different class at 830 (not taking that class anymore, now I start at 930) the next morning with ONE hour of sleep and was still..not sober. The kid next to me was tweeting about me… Yes this really happened to me..
ANYWAYS, so Pelle, Neva, Luiza, and I are on a mission to go to Miniclub. For some reason we thought, well when I say we I mean that Pelle made an executive decision, to take a taxi. Mniclub was less than a mile away, mind you. Whatever, drunk Pelle makes it rainnnn.
When we got there, its close to 3am at this time. The club was LITERALLY empty. This is what happens when you get to a club before 4am in Spain.
For some reason though we had an incredibleeee time! We had
so much space! No one pinching my butt or sketching. I could dance crazy and do
cartwheels. Whatever, we had a great time.
Eventually people did get there, like around 4 or 430. But it never got tooo full. We forget that it is Wednesday and not everyone is an Erasmus student
We had to like tear ourselves away from the club though cuz the music kept getting better and better but we really needed to go to sleep seeing it was approaching 5am..
THURSDAY
Well didn´t make it to my classes the next morning. But not
because I couldn’t. I woke up, showered, and then was like, huh do I reallyyy
want to start going to this class today? So I briefly explained that signing up
for classes was a bitch… So after going to that one statistics class for 3
weeks out of the business school I ended up signing up for the statistics class
in my faculty so now I can go to my Molecular Bio lectures that was at the same
time as the business statistic class. So I hadn´t gone the first 3 weeks so I
was like, ehhh what´s one more class…
Again, no idea what I did the rest of my Thursday… I don´t
think I went to school at all but I honestly don´t remember.. I think I just
lazied around my apt all day which is sometimes nice J Andd organized my life and
bought my tickets for Italy! I am going to Italy for 2 weeks during Semana
Santa (which is like two weeks we get off in April in honor of Easter).
That night, I had plans with my roommates! So one of my
roommates (Lea) is a German Erasmus student. She has been here since last semester
and speaks Spanish wonderfully. My other two roommates are both from Spain-one
from San Sebastian (Cristina) and one from Toledo (Raquel). Anyways, we made
plans earlier in the week to all eat dinner together and go to this
Electromusic Festival at this club called Las Tres. I LOVE to dress up so I was
under impression that we had to dress dub steppy. I put on some leggings,
running shorts over, my converse, my crazy sports bra and a black tank top. Cris
was like, Yeahhh people don´t dress up like that here. You may wanna change.
I was so sad hahah but I did a compromise J
Lea and I went to the grocery story and bought lots of
pizzas and stuff for our mini piso party. She ended up having a bunch of her
friends from Frisbee and stuff come over. Pelle came over as well (SPINE!!!)
After eating thoug, Pell and I decided to piso hop to
Thomas´s apartment. It was a bunch of
Gandia kids so we were very much at home.
Hahaha okay so me and Pelle came to a realization. When we
were riding the bikes over to Thomas, we were like, you know we are ALWAYS the
ones that go out. It´s always you and
me, and then whoever ends up joining. Pelle was like, WE ARE THE SPINE OF GOING
OUT FOR OUR FRIENDS. Hence the nickname
Spine. It´s fine, we call each other this now.
Since we were going to an Electrofestival, we decided it
would appropriate to draw mask type things on our face. We were all looking
legit.
I even painted one!!! And I´m so not artsy…
Eventualliy we made our way over to Las Tres… with taxis. I
get so confused when we take taxis places…
So this is where I died. Neva is like the most Slovenian
person I know (obviously). AND she had her best friend visiting. So double
trouble. Neva always has a bottle with Fanta and vodka.. we couldn´t take it
into the club so we just were passing it around between Neva, her friend Anya,
and me… I ended up in one of those I´m-only-gonna-nod-and-keep-my-eyes-closed
kind of state. Oops that´s a first for Spain.
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FRIDAYYY
So after teleporting home, woke up the next morning and made
it to my Molecular Bio lab… 45 minutes late. Luckily its Spain and we hadn´t
even started the lab yet. Win win win maybe I should move here and being late
to everything won´t be a big deal? J
After class I had some coffee and a little pow wow trying to
clear up some stuff…
ANYWYAS back to my apartment to get ready fooooorrr
BRYCE!!!! YEEEEE my first American friend visit! I rode my bike to the station and
picked him up! It is sooo weird to see someone from home in Europe. Like I have
said before, this whole Spain adventure has been like a dream for me so having
someone from like reality to share it with makes me realize that I am not
dreaming. I don´t know if that sounds trippy but that is how I feel about it.
SO yeahhhh Bryce had been to Lisbon and Porto in Portugal
and then in Madrid. His last stop was Valencia to see me and he told me he
wasn´t really wanting to do any touristy stuff and just wanted to have a good
time. Señor Bryce, you have come to the right city J
So Friday night, Mats and his roommates (Cezar and Paco)
were having a 80s/90s themed party. I loveee dressing up but I didn´t bring my
onesie that I have at home… So I dragged Bryce along with me to the center to
try and find some leggings and ankle warmers and stuff. He wanted to kill me
but you can ask him, a few hours of boring shopping totally worth the rest of
the weekend J
AND even better JUSTINA CAME!!!! It´s really funny, she and
I are best friends even though its super shitty that she lives in Gandia.
Regardless we skype at least two times a day and Whatsapp constantly. Erasmus makes
relationships develop on like steroids. Strange shit.
With her help we found these WONDERFUL leotard things. Got dressed, ate dinner, and were about an
hour late to 100 Mondaditos where the rest of our friends were more or less
waiting for use. We were feeling good by the time we got there.
We intended on going out to a discoteca last night but we
looked at our watch and all of a sudden it was 530 am. Such a fun party but
going to discotecas after 330 requires us to pay like 15 euros… Bryce and I so
desparately tried to share a bike on the ride home. LITERALLY impossible. It ended up me just weaving on the sidewalk
really slow and him walking next to me. I don´t know why we thought that was a
good idea.
SATURDAY!!!
We had a PERFECT lazy day. Well sort of. So Bryce is staying
at my apartment and I have a double bed so we snuggled. AKA I told him to stay
as far away from me as possible cuz I don´t like being touched. So around 1030
in the morning the lovely Justina rings my apartment. Let her in and she
decides to get in bed as well this is only after opening the blinds and letting
the entire sun into my eyes. So of course I end up being in the middle of her
and Bryce being touched on both sides and burning up. After like 3 hours of
this uncomfortable sleep I decided to slink out of bed and shower and get ready
to go to Jean Luc and Chris´s apartment for lunch. Had to wait for Bryce and
miss princess so we finally got over to their apartment at like 3 or so.
Took entirely too long to turn the oven on…. BUT we ate a
wonderful meal and had a nice siesta. Well the rest of the crew did and I took
Bryce to see my Universitiy but they have this dumb rule that you have to be a
student to go on campus after 3 on the weekends…. We tried to sneak in through
the gates but neither one of us could fit. Blast.
After some more laziness and siestas, and going to the
grocery store for some crucial items (grocery stores are closed on Sundays.
It´s a struggle) it was 930pm! Pelle, Chris, Bryce, and I all went for tapas at this place really close to my
piso. Slowest. Service. Ever. Literally it took the poor little Asian guy like
30 minutes to bring out our beer and sangria and then like another hour after
that for our tapas that were shitty. The
universe was telling us that this night was gonna be an interesting one.
I did however use my lady charm to get the guy to give us a
free sangria J
At like 11 we went to JL and Chris´s apartment again. Played
the most intense game of shoulders ever. We almost had something for every
single number and, of course, each rule was sexual in some way. I always tend
to be the only girl so I mean it´s fine..
OH and about ten minutes into the game we had a very loud
pounding on the door. The old lady that lived downstairs was so mad “NEVER HAVE
I IN MY 20 YEARS HAD TO COME UP AND TELL AN APARTMENT TO BE QUIET!!!! I WILL
CALL THE POLICE”
Damper number 2 on our night.
Around midnight or so we decided to peace out and go to a
piso party at some Brazilians´ apartments. It was on Calle Yecla, 14. Should
have been about 2 minutes walking but we COULD NOT find the damn apartment
(sign 3). It´s fine though we all had like two bottles of something or another
and were parading around the street BELTING Asi tu Pego on the streets and
Pelle was yelling that he was Jesus and could walk through cars. Aka he would
walk through oncoming traffic without giving a shit. I was about to kill him if
the cars didn´t.
Once we got to the apartment it was almost 2 so we had to
get on our way to Las Animas seeing that free entry ended at 230. We were at
the Brazilians´s apartment for maybe 10 minutes. They had a hookah though. YUMM
J
We all split up to get into the taxis and I was trying to be
nice and make conversation with him but he wasn´t really in the mood. Oh well.
The line to get into Las Animas wasn´t awful but we weren´t allowed to take in
our bottles… I tried so hard to sneak one in but it was impossible… (universe
signal 4)
So Neva and her friend Anya like looove being upside down in
pictures. We decided it was the Slovenian thing to do. SO about 15% of our
pictures from that night are upside down.
The club was actually really fun but I don´t really know
what we did. Like I think we only took pictures and did chupitos. OH and then
at like 430 my stomach decided to be a huge bitch-5- (AND we get back to the
AHP at the beginning of this) and so I told Bryce I had to leave and that he
could stay. His response: YOU CAN´T LEAVE ME IN SPAIN I DON´T SPEAK SPANISH AND
HAVE A FLIGHT TOMORROW.
Okay.
I literally had my head out the window of the taxi I wasn´t
sure if I was going to throw up or what but I just felt awfulll. When we got to
my apt, I realized I didn´t have my key. Struggle 6. I tried so hard to make
sense and act sober as I explained to the guard I didn’t have my key. He let me
into the complex and my building and I was like, how bout my room??? :D No, why
the hell would the guard have the keys to peoples individual apartments. Stupid
stupid….
SUNDEEEEE
When I did get back to my apartment, I made some mash
potatoes and milk-felt sooo much better. And then I decided to skype literally
till 930 in the morning. Until Bryce stumbled into my living room saying: “I am
SOOO wasted right now. Like more so then when I went to sleep.” We both chatted
with Dennis for a little and took a half hour nap before I had to take him to
the airport.
An entertaining morning to say the least. SOOOO HAPPY YOU
CAME BRYCE J I
had sooo much fun with him. It´s one thing for people to read my blog about
what I do and about my friends and stuff, but its something completelyyy
different to actually be here and live it with me. It was awesome to be able to
share my life with someone I know from like the real world just for a weekend.
SO you all should come visit me. I promise we will have fun J
The rest of Sunday I went to the beach and just relaxed
while delirium got the best of me. Chris
made a nice song about t bagging. We relived the whole week before, and then
ended up eating dinner at a Chinese buffet. We were there for TWO HOWRS. Until
11. Not even fanny…
South park for the win and just slept at JL/Chris´s
apartment. I think I would of crashed the bike if I had tried to ride home.
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