No comes la fruta

Yesterday wasn't too terribly exciting. In fact, it was a little grueling. I didn't get to sleep too much since we got back from flamenco fairly late, and I got up early and the morning and left for the University about 30 minutes earlier than usual because I had to print out my art project and get money out at one of the banks by the school. Art class was the usual monotony, although we talked about Post-impressionism in a way that I've never really learned before. Still, didn't really talk about any SPANISH artists, so I'm not exactly sure where this class is going. During the break between classes I found out that everyone in my Cinema class had an extra class that we needed to go to at 4:45PM in the afternoon in addition to the one we had at 1:00PM. The extra class is to make up for the class that we are going to miss for people going to Grenada next weekend since the bus leaves Friday afternoon. This was bad news since 1) we all were planning on going to the beach after our class at 3, and 2) I was already exhausted and really was counting on taking a siesta. Oh well, went to my cinema class where we wrapped up our unit on Volver, and then me and some friends headed to the park to eat our bocadillos and chill before our class later in the afternoon.

This would be an adequate time to note that people in Spain do odd things in the park. First of all, there are always couples performing large amounts of PDA. Also, people "walk" their dogs (all of which are gigantic compared to American breeds) and they don't do anything when their dog walks up to people sitting in the grass and goes crazy. However, the hallmark of yesterday was definitely they guy we were near in the park who literally stood and juggled bowling pins for an hour and a half.

Anyway, while we were at the park it started to rain, so we had to pack up our stuff and head back to the university. For the extra class of cinema, all we did was watch another movie. However, the movie was Mujeres al borde de un ataco de nervios, which if you have ever seen it is completely chaotic. In summery, after 4 hours of class already along with little sleep and a pretty complicated plot line, everyone in our class was completely lost/falling asleep. Still, we made it through, talked through the basic plot afterwards, and then headed back to the house (finally).

When I got home, my madre had a visitor. Turns out that one of the students who had stayed with her for an entire school year through the UVa program 5 years ago had returned to Spain to teach for the summer and had come to visit. He was a really nice guy; my house mom had definitely mentioned him to me before. So we chatted for about an hour about school and Spanish and whatnot, and then Mery made us dinner and we all ate together. It was kind of nice having another person around my age to join in on the conversation. The food was delicious as usual, even though she literally cooked it on the spot since she hadn't anticipated the other guest. After dinner we watched the Spanish version of Survivor for a while, and then our guest left and I got ready to head out.

Me and Kara met up some of our friends at a bar called La Casablanca by la plaza de toros and we chatted there for a bit. Some of the group left around 1 since they had class early, but the rest of us headed to a club to hang out for a bit. Turns out there was a giant Italian bachelor party being held at the club, so we met a bunch of Italians. Also, the coolest thing about being at clubs in Spain is listening to the Spaniards sing along to the American lyrics; they honestly knew most of the songs better than we did. Didn't stay out too much later, took a cab home, and went straight to bed. Definitely a fun night, although it is almost impossible to believe that an entire week has passed!

Pictures are just random shots I stole from some of my friends' facebook albums. Enjoy.

Hasta.