You know you're in Spain when...

Today I got home at...2:30pm. why? I was up until 6am hanging out with my Irish friend Niki drinking some wine...or rather "fino" (much more dangerous) and eating chocolate...and popcorn. Maybe we should hang out more so that we don't have just one night to catch up on 2 months of stories haha. Well normally, in the states, this would be crazy to me to stay out that late but it has now happened so many times over here that I'm actually just used to it haha. This is going to be a dangerous habit (staying out late that is lol) to bring back to the states with me lol.


I also thought I would let yall know that last weekend I went to Granada, one of my most favorite cities in Andalucia! I'm just getting the pics up from it but check it out...its always crazy when I go there.

 This trip I went to meet up with a friend who'd just moved to Granada (only staying for a couple months though) and to visit my spanish brother, Carlos, and my favorite, crazy, multicultural group of Erasmus people. Seriously- its hilarious everytime I visit. In this one apartment there's a mexican girl, italian guy, french guy and my dear american friend Amanda...so pretty much the language of the house is frengspalian (that is french, english, spanish, italian) AND just to top that all of these people (except one) is here on their "year abroad." Doing a year abroad, called Erasmus, is super common in Europe in general and the people just go crazy, party, kind of show up for their classes and then party some more. REALLY- these people go out like 6 times/week. It's great...super unhealthy and exhausting but just hilarious to watch. So those are my friends there and anything we do together means we hang out with other Erasmus people...so other crazy people from all around the world.
 
When I went this weekend I was out until 7am the first night...the evening started at midnight, we went to a "botellon" (remember this word from the xmas eve post? basically a pre-party) where we played spanish trivia (and i was pretty much useless) and THEN went to the club at 3am-ish, danced with some crazy people, watched a girl just fall over and down the few stairs to the dance floor, hit her head, sit in agony for about 10min with a bag of ice on her head (that i got from the bar for her), and then 10min later get up to start dancing again. Also to note- that was not the ONLY time she fell down that night...anyways we danced and danced...until 7am and THEN went to bed. FIRST NIGHT

 

The next day I had to meet with my friend, we hung out, had some super spanish lunch with migas, spanish cheese, croquetas, and tortilla (the egg omelet type thing), walked and explored, had tapas plus a dish of eggplant with a syrup- although they usually use honey- and then the night started AGAIN. This time more calm...just going to a house party full of more Erasmus people (I'm assuming was a mexican pride fiesta because everyone had the mexican flag painted on their face) ...and staying out until 4am.

The next day I was definitely more sluggish haha but had to meet up with the friends again to go to our favorite tea shop where we ate some crepes while sitting on the floor (with cushions though!), hung out with the cat that's always there, then met up with other friends who were late to meet up with us for the first place. We then went to ANOTHER tea shop/cafe where I just spent the whole time cracking up because the conversations going on were just beyond random (not to mention the mix of french, italian and spanish language use). But afterward I had to go because I had to go to work the next day :( Needless to say I came back exhausted and with tons of great memories AND some great clothes and shoes from the sales... I love Granada

the cat that's ALWAYS in the crepe/tea shop