Hace mucho tiempo,
no? I know all of you have been waiting in eager anticipation. Guess I need to play a little catch
up… We have been spending time
with our Italian amigos. I must
say it is pretty intriguing to hear someone speak Spanish with an Italian
accent. They took us to a hole in
the wall Italian restaurant, for the best pizza I have ever had. Grazie mille! It was a nice change of pace from Spanish food, which is not
my favorite. Ham is the star of a
lot of meals, and I am not big on the pig. Chicken sandwich?
They will sneak some jamon in there. Jamon with pungent cheese on crusty bread? Coming right up. Would you like jamon with that? Well, you’re going to have it
anyway. Thus it was a welcome
change. One thing that I do
appreciate about Spanish food, though, is they do love their chocolate. (Gracias Dios.) I had my first chocolate con churros
experience. I might have even shamelessly dipped my
spoon right into the delightfully warm cup of rich chocolate once, or
twice. But who’s counting?
We took an over
night trip to Salamanca. Pablo was
not there this time, and we were escorted by a new guide. First stop, she said about three sentences
and started moving on. We stood
shocked. That’s it? No inundation of senseless information? We went through the entire city in four
hours, while with Pablo, we would still be on postcard number three. We went through the cathedral (of
course) along with a cute river tucked away, where everyone comes to
relax. We also visited the park of
“enamorados” (which is pretty much every park here. Actually pretty much anywhere here…) We also visited the
library, and I’d have to say the most interesting part of that was the several
kegs behind a bar. When in Spain…?
Salamanca is very
much a “college town.” Home to the
first university in Spain, (second in all of Europe) it was full of people our
age, and after dinner we were able to walk around the plaza and enjoy the scene. After some intense research, we looked
up top songs in Spain. Surprisingly,
most are in English. Our personal
favorite is “Boys will be Boys” by Mexican estrella Paolina Rubio. We were enjoying our time meeting the
locals and hanging out when I heard a familiar pop beat. Boys will be Boys! My friend Travis and I proceeded to
dance, as the infectious rhythm had overwhelmed us. I kid you not, everyone in
the room formed a circle around us to watch the espectáculo. Thus, you could consider us rock
stars. As we made our way to
another place, we found a “tuna.”
No, not the chicken of the sea. It is a group of young guys that dress
up in ridiculous uniforms and play music.
(Think like a Spanish version of a mariachi band.) They begged us to
come over and proceeded to play us songs.
So in the middle of the night right in the plaza, we had our own tuna
concert, and they were pretty good, velvet costume and all.
The next night we
decided to go to our first discoteca.
Kapital has seven different floors so we just worked our way up. We found our way to the Karaoke floor
and channeled our inner Shakira with “Hips Don’t Lie.” Then we decided to take things to the
next level and did Karaoke in Spanish. Paulina Rubio is our girl, of course,
so we sang “Sigo Aqui,” another
one of my personal faves. I then
danced the night away. The
End. Obviously that would be too
perfect, so you know something had to happen that was out of the ordinary. It was at that moment that Leah’s foot
started bleeding. Profusely. Some
sasquatch had stepped on it, so that was our cue to take off our boogey shoes
for the night.
The following
evening we were invited to a party with our Erasmus friends. We walked up some
frighteningly rickety stairs to the apartment. We arrived to find it was a theme party… which we were not
aware of. It was “flower power,”
as in bright neon colors. I was in
black. Strike one Americana. I then spotted the Italian boy I think
is adorable. We facebook chatted
which meant we are in love and soon to be wed. He then decided to bring up in casual conversation that he
thought blondes were fine, but that brunettes are always more beautiful. Oh... Abort mission. Did
you hear that? It was my hopes and
dreams shattering. Sigh. With my newfound confidence the group and I headed to the club Pacha. From the stage
they were splashing water on people, which people seemed to love but I found it
dampening. (See what I did
there?)
Naturally,
today we were pretty tired, so Leah and I took the day to walk around. We ended up seeing the movie “Cuando Te
Encuentre” (aka The Lucky One.) I didn’t think Zac Efron could get much hotter…
until I saw him speaking in Spanish.
The dubbed voice made him ascend to the highest level of guapisimo. New mission…
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