i heart siesta, and belgians...

overall a wonderful and cuh-razy weekend here in Sevilla. "saliendo de marcha" -- aka going out... it all began with a bunch of pre-drunk friends who had made nice with the free wine from the center's "fiesta" that evening, unconciously deciding to replace dinner with wine. ( i alas was unable to participate due to extraneous musical attempts -- i tried out choir, no dice).

it is 11 pm and here in the residencia, we technically have a "leaving curfew" (very weird and VERY early to go out in Spain), so alas, me, ara (roommate) and jessica (crazy mo.fo. from michigan who doesn't live in the res.) beg to use the bathroom blah blah blah for a min. then be let out. Old spanish guard-dude allows it, i go get ready to go out in about 3.5 seconds, and we leave for the evening. first hit up this bar that "Fabier" (Ara's "intercambio" -- sidenote -- an intercambio is a spaniard who wants to learn english -- his name is really Javier, but when we first saw him we decided he was more like a Fabio, so Javier + Fabio = Fabier ... anyway) took us to when we me with him. So this flock of american girls shows up to said bar, most semi-intoxicated, and we meet 2 spaniards, Fransisco and Enrique (Kike). We start talking, yadda yadda, they buy us some vino tinto verano's ( red wine with fanta limon) and by like 12:30-1 these bars are dying so we leave -- in their car -- which i'll admit was kinda a dumb move -- to go to Calle Alfalfa for more nightlife.

10 wrong turns later, we are finally there, i bust outta the car which was pretty much packed with people and find my friend liz talking to two guapo's (goh-geious men) on the calle and immediately engross myself in the conversation. They are belgians, here on holiday, blah blah blah, 20-30 min. and a vodka/fanta naranja later, Liz, me, Basile (my belgian), Tierr (Liz's belgian) and another girl from the program E'lisha head to this club where I am supposed to meet JBay -- who's from conncoll actually -- me and Basile immediately break off (Dude, this kid is almost 2 meters tall so he takes very long strides, but of course, i kept up...he complimented me later on this ability to walk expediciously) . We don't find the club for another 20-30 min. oops. i don't really mind -- and we don't notice until E'lisha/Liz finally holla at us up the street...w/e.

We then enter le club, which at 2am is kinda dead (its too early). b and i are there for maybe 15 min. and we peace... then a lovely night of walking around the city, talking, getting horrendously lost, taking a taxi to the cathedral, sitting in the plaza, wandering around trying to find a hotel with a restroom in the lobby, more talking, etc.etc. finally, at 5:30 the notion of perhaps returning to respective abodes is in order ... i am escorted home and the evening ends -- overall harmless, romantic and unrealistic. but this is why i love europe...

ironically, the rest of the night was interesting for the other girls, Liz ends up making out with the other belgian in the club post-departure (i actually learned this before i even got home because b's friend called him to make sure i hadn't kidnapped him or something), ara was making out with Kike (who works for CruzCampo -- the major beer here, so now she is haunted by her errors every time we go out...) and Jess ended up making out with Fransisco AS well as some other hombre she's fancied for a while... OH EUROPE....

That was Thursday.

Friday we went to calle betis, bar hopped again, went to a club, met some basque boys -- yes they really do exist -- ara was amazed by this, we talked, were purchased beverages, etc etc (but alas, these boys were totally safe, they had girlfriends but showed us there pics and everything...it was quite cute really and unthreatening). Again, another night that lasted til 6 am.

Saturday we returned to Betis in an attempt to see Basque boys again, no dice, but we did see a bachelorette semi-strip show in the bar from the previous night which, was quite interesting and unexpected, my friend cheryl has pictures of these drunken spanish women and their african stripper man. that night i got home at three...not as bad(or good -- depends how you look at it).

so overall i've been making serious use of siesta, sleeping til mid noom---the weekend (thurs-sun.) routine is kinda the following:
wake up at like 12
eat some "breakfast"
go back to bed from 3-8
dinner
go out...etc etc.

needless to say it makes mondays' pretty difficult, but i really do enjoy my classes here, yadda yadda. Well, now we are off to buy some futbol tickets for wednesday and ara is giving me the evil eye...more to come,
adios amantes,
un beso