Finally a moment to write. It’s Sunday evening and I’m waiting for my flight to Paris. Two weeks have flown by and I can now say that I have “experienced” Spain. Today consisted of sleeping in, packing, lunch by myself at Bar Europa. A copa tinto vino with some jamon Croquettas as well as a pork loin sandwich that was delicious.
Yesterday – waking up hungover. I’d only slept at best at hour or two. The night before was…… so great. Sometimes I do things for the experience of know what it is like. And, so far, it was easier than I thought and better than I could have hoped. -Random bars with Janna’s school friends.. pizza, kebabs, mas y mas cerveca, mas tequila, just mas. Haha.. So we were all feeling it pretty bad Saturday. The whole lot had lunch together then we split ways. Half of us were still around for one more night so we made plans for a more traditional evening. We met at the “bridge bar” and then walked to a traditional restaurant for dinner. I had Jamon – just jamon because that is what you do. We had heard of a place that has Flamenquita – like folk dancing – at a place in the Triana. It was AMAZING. Spanish guitar and singing, woman dancing these orchestrated line dances together. I was able to catch on a little bit by the end. So beautiful. A lot of hand movements and the general attitude of the place was so jovial. It was the perfect end to my trip in Spain. I feel like I have gotten the real/genuine idea of who what how etc that is the Spanish culture. And I love it. — ooop! the flight is leaving. I’ll write more later. ::mwah::
