Is This the Real Life or Is This Just Fantasy?

Another week of new experiences. I've been here for almost a month and a half now -which is INSANE- and I'm still surprised everyday by the amount of new/interesting experiences I have. I feel like a broken record saying that I had quite an interesting week, but being here in this crazy, beautiful, random place, my weeks are really all quite different and interesting.

Wednesday night I went over to my friend A's place for dinner and made (well mostly watched A make) a Tortilla Española (Spanish omelette) which is essentially an omelette of potatoes plus cheese or peppers or whatever else you want to add into it. I know that probably sounds like a really weird food but it's delicious and a very traditional/common food here. I love it. After devouring the tortilla along with some wine of course, A and I headed over to Hannigan's Irish Pub to meet up with other friends, it's a pretty kool pub and of course it was just crawling with American students, most of whom are in my faculty, of course. A couple shots and a pretty tasty beer con tequila (yeah a beer WITH tequila and lime in it, sounds weird but was actually so good) we decided to head to a discoteca along with some other friends we ran into at Hanni's.

For anyone who's known me long enough, this next little bit of the story will not be surprising. We got to the club Granada 10, got some drinks, and proceeded to dance our faces off, as always. There's platforms (usually with cage bars around the outside of them) at Granada diez and on this particular night there was no cages so the platforms were fairly empty, when I say platforms, I mean like wooden box like things that are only like 7ft x 4ft and maybe 2ft or 3ft high. So of course, my not-exactly sober friend decides that dancing on top of one of these platforms is an Amazing idea and pulls me up as well. T'was an interesting night, especially after a few drinks (random side note: tried my first ever rum and coke, it wasn't too bad, I can see why people like them, don't think I'll be having another one tho.) Not gunna lie, jamming on top of that platform thing was pretty freaking fun, another ridiculous place/thing I've danced on to add to the books aha.

Thursday went to a International 48-Hour Short-Film Fest for Young Aspiring Directores (well that's more or less the English translation anyways) which was really cool, one of my friend's roommates actually produced one of the short films, so kool! There was definitely some pretty interesting short films (all in Spanish of course or no dialogue at all) of every genre, even a western one which was pretty weird and hilarious.

It was raining buckets all of thursday which made plan making a little difficult since walking anywhere somewhat far away in the rain was not very appealing. I definitely found my bed more comfortable than the thought of walking to class in the rain Thurs morning, what else is new. Anyways, that night a group of us ended up going to this random Italian bar we'd never been before to meet up with another friend of mine. At first it seemed a little far to walk to in the rain, but 2 bottles of wine later it didn't seem like such a bad idea anymore. It was kool little bar, the crowd was pretty randoms, some italians, some old guys, some uni kids; quite the variety. We went to order some shots, they didn't have what we wanted so we ended up having rum shots followed by limoncello shots which were quite delicioussss. Then we wandered up to a techno/dubstep club called Quilombo that was actually quite close to my place, there was a free dubstep concert on at 3am (supposedly, they always start later), we got there pretty 'early' aka like 2am so the place was totally empty still, after a couple drunken games of pool and fooseball, and some interesting conversations with Italians and Spaniards I ended up just going home, I was too tired to hang around for a crazy dubstep concert that probably didn't start until 4am.

 Holy Knights of Columbus! -Anchorman quote- This blog post is pretty long already and I haven't even gotten to the actual weekend... please feel free to tell me if these blogs are unnecessarily long.

Anywho, Friday did some shopping in the afternoon with some friends which is always fun and dangerous for the wallet. That night there was a big Italian pasta night dinner at M's house, the pasta was made by legit Italians with assistance from some of the other international people. Was one of the most delicious carboneras I've ever had. Followed up the pasta with conversations in Spanish, Italian, French, and English which was definitely an interesting time, but the best part of the dinner was definitely when our friend C brought out the Norwegian chocolate, OMG SO GOOD. After dinner I decided to go check out my first Flamenco show with some friends, it was at a little cave-shaped bar called Chien Andalou which was conveniently close to where the dinner was. Amazing guitar playing and beautiful singing and some impressive footwork is all I gotta say. Will definitely be checking out many more Flamenco shows in the future, I loved it. Watching pure Spanish passion is a very moving experiencing. The pitcher of Sangria on our table that disappeared during the course of the show was delicious too.

Saturday was actually a responsible kid and went to a café to study/do homework with some friends. We ended up at a kool little place called Café Picaro, it's a jazz-bar and so the decór was pretty artsy and random, there was even a baby grand piano in one of the corners. They were playing old classic music like Whitney Houston, the Beatles, The Supremes, Elvis etc. which was pretty interesting. After a couple hours of studying a large group of Spaniards rolled in and sat at 4 tables behind us, they all must have been in their 50's or so but they sounded like a group of rowdy teenagers, no joke, it was rather entertaining to watch but definitely broke my focus and started giving me a headache after awhile, so that was the end of our study sess.

Saturday night we went for the first time to check out a real Salsa bar called Barrio Latino. Loved it. It was a pretty legit place, lots of good salsa and bachata music, some hilarious 2 min dance lessons by one of the guys who worked there, it kind of reminded me of my salsa classes at UBC. But here in Spain people can Really dance. So. Much. Fun. After some legit salsa-ing a bunch of us met up at the discoteca Vogue, that place is pretty sweet, the music is actually Good, not just top 40 shit. Left there around 4am and got some Delicious pizza, omg it was Amazing, and as per usual I crashed at my friend M's place after some late night cereal of course.

Today was a pretty chill day, started it with some coffee and some cheesecake, perfect combo, which was followed by some sun tanning, and then a little walking excursion up to the Albyzín area on the mountain side of Granada. It was a gorgeous sunny day and the walk up the hill was lovely, we also ran into one of the guys we had met the night before at the salsa bar, super random. We wandered over to the main look out area and just sat and relaxed there for quite some time. As we were sitting up there drinking in the view a couple of guitarists came and sat besides us and began playing with amazing artistry, it was an afternoon of quiet perfection. I am so in love with this place, I know I've said that many times before and I'm sure I will say it a few more times in the future, but I really am, everyday this place gives me another reason to fall in love with it. I still can't believe this is actually my life right now. I am loving every single second of it. I am so lucky and so thankful for everyday that I get to be here.

España, te amo.

Perfecto.

Oct. 22-28

Wine, Accents, and More Wine

Went a little crazy this week, for no real reason in particular. School is starting to get a bit more intense and our social groups are expanding. Tuesday and Wednesday night I went out with some friends to get some tapas and a long with tapas there is inevitably glasses of wine..many classes of wine. Thursday I was smart enough to at least take a break and stay home, although a bunch of my friends went out drinking and clubbing and whatnot. My cold has kind of relapsed, probably from all the going out and lack of sleeping but ohwell. It has definitely been quite an interesting week. Getting more into a routine now I've started cooking more and shopping around more, here if you want meat or cheese or  fruits/vegetables or fresh bread you have to go to different stores or outdoor markets and order them, it's an interesting kind of way to go grocery shopping, sometimes can be tiring.

Also have started watching more tv and whatever with my roomie. We just got a new antenna set up, (my roomie, the landlord, and yours truly set it up together, was a bit of a challenge) and I have since been exposed to Spanish news shows, there's a Spanish version of CP24 (more or less) and a Spanish version of a Jon Stewart-type show, and there's some great Spanish game shows that mostly seem to be word-based tv shows, one is called something like 'fall!' where basically the contestant is competing against challengers in guessing words based on clues and whatever and when the challenger or the contestant fail, the round is over and the platform the loser is standing on opens up and they fall through the floor bahaha. Hilarious right. Watching English movies like Uptown Girls, Oceans 12, and James Bond in Spanish is pretty entertaining too.

By random chance, one of my cousin-in-laws is here in Granada teaching English. I've only met her once before about 6 years ago at the wedding, her uncle married my aunt on my mom's side. So Friday we decided to meet up for lunch, her 4 friends were visiting her from Scotland (she's also from Scotland) so lunch was hilarious to say the least. My friend A and I met the 5 of them in front of Burger King, unfortunately there is one here. Then went to this small café in a plaza, it was hilarious, I'm pretty sure the waiter thought we were all crazy and that we seemed obnoxiously loud to the rest of the café, ohwell ahaha. They invited us to go out with them that night so we all met up at my cousins apartment to drink around 11, there was a pretty big group there, mostly a mix of Scottish, English, and American girls. Very entertaining, lots of wine, vodka, etc. Learned a lot about Scotland, educational systems in Europe, family and tradition, and Scottish accents which was quite interesting.

Amongst many of the interesting conversations I had that night, one of the koolest ones was with the Scottish girls discussing Scotland and the accents. 4 of the girls were from Glasgow but the 5th one was from Dundee (I think that's how you spell it) which is farther north in Scotland and apparently the Dundee accent is incomprehensible to Glasgow people, especially when it's thick and drunkenly slurred aha. It's basically like the Californian accent of Scotland, the inflections are different and they tend to raise the end of their words and use the word 'like' so it's actually almost easier for us North Americans to understand than the Glasgow accent, interesting eh. I also picked up a bit of a Scottish accent after talking with them for a few drunken hours, even now it's hard for me to resist rolling the 'r' when I saw great, I wanna say grrreat ahaha. The cops showed up around 1:30am due to noise complaint from some old grumpy woman 2 floors above which is seriously unheard of in Spain, especially that early in the night. Whatever.

We stumbled to a bar that one of my cousin's students works at, she teaches some adult english courses, and had some very cheap drinks there. Then we stumbled down the road -literally like 50ft down the road from the bar- to a discoteca called Vogue (pronounced vo-gay). It was a pretty sweet discoteca, it was very red-lit and had 2 floors, somewhere on one of the crowded dance floors I met J, he was an interesting local chico. Eventually the group started splitting up and people went their separate ways. I stumbled home around 5:30am and even that's a bit of a blur. There's definitely quite a few pictures from that night floating around on facebook and wherever now. Ohman.

Saturday was a little hungover but 2 cups of Spanish coffee and cheesecake for breakfast was definitely a great pick-me-up. Didn't do much with my day besides attempting homework, siesta-ing, and making food. That night there was a big house party at my friend's apartment, there was SO much alcohol and food, it was quite the extravaganza. Drank and ate way too much, as per usual. Met some really interesting internationals from Ireland, Germany, South America, Poland, England, and various parts of Spain. Needless to say I was kind of in love with all their accents. My friend A and I brought 2 bottles of wine to the party but needless to say those disappeared rather quickly.

They used two fridge fruit drawers to hold some of the large quantity alcoholic mixes, one was a fruit punch and one was a very delicious drink close to a White Russian. When you don't have large enough punch bowls, use fridge drawers, why not?..aha very genius if you ask me. I also tried this Polish Vodka which these two Polish girls were telling us was great because it was sweeter than normal Vodka and was only 38% instead of 40%...yeah it still BURNED your throat and had this weird cinnamon type of after taste...I definitely won't say it was great. That Vodka on top of everything was definitely enough to blurrr out a fair bit of my memory..luckily there are a lot of pictures of the night floating around...aha shit, it was a fun night though! Sometimes house parties are just as good if not better than going out to bars/clubs. Some people did go out to discotecas around 3/4am but I decided to just stay and crash at my friend's place.

All in all, a great weekend, although I was feeling DEAD this morning. Much of the day was spent on the couch and on the futon on my terrace lazing about. Some homework was accomplished but focusing was quite the task. Ahwell, there's a short version of my crazy week, hope at least some of you find it entertaining to read about. It was definitely an interesting week to live through aha.


Oct. 15-21

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Ronda. Oh Ronda. The city of Dreams, the city of incredible beauty. It's an ancient city with a gorgeous landscape and beautiful antique bridges, that almost had a LOTR feel aha. NerdAlert. It was breathtaking, I felt almost as though I had never seen true beauty before going there, how cheesy I know. But it's true, it's one of the most beautiful places I have seen thus far in my life, although there are some pretty spectacular places in Italy as well.

We got there by bus in the early morning - EARLY morning, it was still dark out when our bus departed. But once we got there we all met up at the Plaza del Torros - the oldest Plaza de Toros in Spain and then were given complete freedom for the rest of the day which was Awesome. Ronda is one of those places that photos will never do justice. 

We climbed down the cliff to the bottom of the Puente Nuevo -New Bridge (actually quite an old bridge that was built in 1751.) There's two other main bridges in the city but Puente Nuevo is spectacular because it's built in between two cliffs in Ronda and has waterfalls flowing at the bottom, so ridiculously beautiful. The cliffs, the bridges, the Andalusian landscape all mixed together just made for one amazing place. I definitely want to go back.

Ronda Countryside

One of the amazing views of the Ronda cliffs

Puente Nuevo 

One our way back to the meeting place, my friend M and I stopped at a merchant booth, there was some really kool wood carvings and things like that, we ended up talking to the booth owner (all in Spanish of course) for quite a while, he was a really nice old guy -probably in his 60's/70's, and we had a really great conversation about Canada and the USA, cultural things, environmental things, the natural beauty of Spain, Canada, and the USA, the First Nations (is that the PC term these days?) cultures and all kinds of interesting things. Was definitely a great way to end the day, he was the sweetest old man. 

After returning from Ronda, I ended up going to this club called Planta Baja with 2 amigos, there was a free DJ concert there last night, it was suppose to be some pretty sweet music, the DJ playing FOR FREE that night was noDJ : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeOY_ddu06M&feature=relmfu&fb_source=message

Unfortunately like everything in Spain the show didn't start until like 3am and by then one of my friends and I were pretty dead so we ended up leaving but Planta Baja is a pretty sweet bar/club, it has a bit of an older crowd which is kind of nice, more people in their mid-twenties to early-thirties. The music we were jamming to on the dance floor before the DJ was pretty awesome too. 

Anyways, that was my Saturday. Thursday night I went out to the club Campus which is always interesting, may have drank quite a lot, so I spent friday mostly recovering aha plus it was a Spanish holiday -again- but this time it was a National-wide holiday, it was Spain Day or Spaniard Day or something like that which just celebrated Spain all over the country.

Oct 13

Some pieces of the soul

A few random poems inspired by my España

winding roads
whispering winds
wandering through my mind
quick tongues
quicker flamenco fingers
plucking the strings of my heart
the ancient cracks
curled in iron
imprinted beauty in my eyes
doorways laced in flowered garments
flourishing shards of azul
piecing my mosaic back together
---
I wish I could tell you
how the night shines
under the pale moonlight
of this ancient love
but words could never express
what the eyes drink in
this beauty, only truth
steals my breath
like the nights we never held
remind me, my love
of the wonder, of the lust
lost in the effervescent lights
of the ageless city below

---

I am falling in love 

with the city of love

where all the lovers come

to fall in love 

oh to be in love

I am so in love with the love 

that this city gives 

if only I too could be in love

with a lover

in this city of great love 

how lovely the nights would be

to share love under the loving stars

and be at one with love 

---

church bells resonating

birds softly singing as they float in the sky

wind rustling through the ancient gardens of time

the sweetest melodies of spanish guitar filling my soul

basking in the midday sun

perfection.

---

every day I wake

feeling as though I still dream

for the beauty is inexplicable 

how could it be 

that this is my life
---
me la siento
con mi alma
la veo
con mi corazón
siempre
la tengo
en mis ojos
la perfección del amor
de mi ciudad, de mi casa

de mi vida en este momento
---
(older poem)
my thoughts
drift and dribble
in and out
connecting, forgetting
las almas de la noche
vienen por mí
robando mi corazón
somewhere in
between the lines
the words
the letters
caught in the white empty
spaces
de la noche
de la noche
estoy aquí
no recuerdo el tiempo o la lugar
but I cannot forget
you
tus ojos como el mar puro
those lips untouched
but soon to be
oh whisper
te quiero
te quiero
ahora
la noche corre
jealous of us
and our desires
en la oscuridad
tu piel en mi piel
la luna, el sol, las estrellas
no pueden vernos
esta noche

Classes, Curses, and Canadian Thanksgiving

A new week. Well it's now Wednesday but it's been quite an interesting week already. This is the first full week of classes since last week we had a holiday on Monday and whatever. This first kind of odd thing about these classes are that they want us to fill out little i.d. cards and put like a passpost size photo of ourselves on them, 1. that is pretty weird, why not just have an attendance sheet, and 2. it's a nuisance trying to find somewhere to either get passport sized photos taken or somewhere with a printer to print tiny bad-quality black-and-white photos of yourself. UBC has a good system with a class list with our student photos on them, then again we have actual i.d. cards there and not pieces of paper with a passport sized photo glue sticked to it. Anywho, I still need to actually get photos printed from somewhere, that's a friday task.

Classes have been pretty interesting so far, my teachers are all a little crazy which is always entertaining, they've got that sassy Spanish attitude, well some of the woman do, the male profs just like to joke around and all seem to have their own kind of quirks. Apparently one of the Art History profs just breaks out into random song sometimes and is actually a decent Opera singer, who would've guessed eh. My spanish grammar prof, who's name is África btw, is a small woman who is intimidating as hell and very sarcastic, love her and fear her at the same time. She's one of those profs who will just randomly call out your name and ask you a random question about whatever, she also calls me Canada which I find hilarious, although having such a nickname makes it easier for her to call on me..eek.

There's also a bit of a teachers strike going on at the CLM (and probably all of UGR). Because of the economy, the profs have gotten a pay cut but their hours have been extended, as a result, at least at the CLM, on both Monday and Wednesday during my spanish conversational class my prof (who's an adorable petite woman with puffy, curly hair and glasses) left for 15minutes to stand in the courtyard with all the other profs and protest with signs. It's a pretty odd thing to watch, I feel bad for them, the economy here has gone to shit this past year, Granada is holding up alright in general but the country has definitely been suffering as a whole. Apparently there's student strike going at the main UGR campus so they may not have classes tomorrow, I don't know, everything around here has a sense of underlying political problems. It's a crazy system.

My Italian teacher is also a bit of a crazy lady, she's from Milan, has long blonde hair and exaggerated expressions, she's Great. So far she's mostly taught us expressions, swear words, and well some actual technical things like past tenses but yeah, it's definitely been an interesting class so far. In that class there's two girls from Granada which is kind of awesome, finally a class that isn't all Americans! Aha, this is the Hilarious video we watched last class that 'explains' italian hand gestures:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVCuyrPk7P4

Anyhow, this past weekend was of course, Canadian Thanksgiving but since most of us were out of the city at some point this weekend we decided to have our Thanksgiving dinner on Monday instead. We being me, 3 other UBC-ers, another girl in the CLM program from Toronto, and my roomie. Of course being in Spain, it was a little challenging to have a 'traditional' Thanksgiving dinner so we just made the best of what we could find, it was like Thanksgiving Spanish-Style aha. It turned out pretty awesome though! We had chicken with carrots and green beans, asparagus, fresh bread, and of course, 3 bottles of red wine. With some chocolatey ice cream cake thing for dessert. Aha, weird meal but an excellent Canadian Thanksgiving Spanish-Style dinner I would say.

Dinner is Served...minus the plate of asparagus

Great company, Great food, Great night!

Oct. 8-12

Finding Candycane Land

So after two and half awesome days of touring around Sevilla, I decided to be crazy tourist and went on a day trip to Córdoba on Sunday. It was awesome day trip, bus took about 3 hours and we got to see a lot of the Andalusian country side which was surprisingly hilly. The trip was a lot different from the Sevilla trip since it was an organized one and we had a tour guide and a schedule, it was kinda nice too though because we got either group discount or free entrance into all the main sites.

Like Granada, Córdoba was a big mix of cultures, there was a lot of churches of course but there was also a whole Jewish area of town which was kool, we visited the Synagog there and wandered through it a bit. We went into the Alcazar there which was a lot smaller than the one in Sevilla but it was still beautiful and had a great view of the city from the upper walls/tower, they're very castle-like on the exterior. 

Then of course there was the main attraction, the Mezquita, a grand old church that is a crazy mix of everything, it had Gothic architecture in some parts and Romanesque architecture in others, there Arabic and Jewish influence in other parts, and then there was the main Christian altars were they held Mass and whatnot. Definitely a church that had been continuously built on and added to since it's first construction. It was beautiful and pretty much looked like an ancient version of Candyland aha if you don't know what the Mezquita looks like, it's famous for it's red and white arches which are the main architecture throughout most of the church. It's a very visually interesting interior for a church, very unique for sure. 

The Alcazar

The Mezquita 

It was a sweet trip and I met some kool people from Italy, Poland, and Finland which is always a plus. Love traveling and meeting internationals! The kind of bad and hilarious part of the trip was that during my Sevilla trip my sickness started to hit me and as a result I had almost lost my voice on Saturday and Sunday it wasn't much better, I sounded like a mixture of a 40 yr old chain smoker and a pre-pubescent boy. Yikes aha. Oh well, it was still a great time!

Oct. 7

Adventuring to Sevilla

Hello again! Now that school has started and whatnot, my blogging will probably be more sporadic but what can ya do. Just wanna say thank you to everyone who actually takes the time to read all this random stuff I'm been babbling about for the past 3 weeks. It's nice to know there's people out there who care enough to want to read random blog posts about my life.

Anywho, I had a bit of a crazy weekend this past week, I started classes on Monday and after the crazy schedule changes I now finish classes by 12:30pm on Thursday which is Awesome. And so, T, K, and I decided that to go to Sevilla for a couple days this weekend on our own little excursion since we all have 3 day weekends. Unfortunately for me, I was starting to feel a cold coming on and almost decided not to go to Sevilla but in the end I was like "por qué no?" (why not?) which has become my philosophy for while I'm here in Spain.

We caught the 9pm Renfe Train to Sevilla which was nice and chill, the trains here are really nice and efficient for traveling around, will def be using them more in the future. We got into Sevilla around midnight and then wandered (and got lost) for about 45mins until we finally found our Hostel Catedral. The first odd thing about Sevilla was that it was pretty quiet for a Thursday at midnight, around Granada that's like party time because there's no school on Friday and midnight is around the time everyone starts hitting up the bars for drinks and tapas before going to a discoteca or whatever. Sevilla was beautiful at night, but SO quiet.

So we arrive at the Hostel Catedral, it was a quaint little place tucked away in one of the winding back streets of Sevilla, and as the name suggests the inner décor was quite religiously themed, to say the least. There was crucifixions Everywhere, along with many rosaries and a large silver pop-out sculpture on a wooden backboard of The Last Supper on the wall in our room. The woman at the front desk was pretty interesting too, not to be rude or racial or anything like that but she was a Gypsy and she was letting off some pretty weird vibes. She seemed pretty quiet with big, bush dark hair..(maybe it's so big because it's full of secrets..Mean Girls ref. aha), pale skin, and dark eye make-up.

After we put our stuff into the hostel room, which was RIGHT BESIDE the registration desk area, we went out to find some food but pretty much Everything was closed, even the few restaurants that had been open on our way in were closing down for the night, it was like 1:30am..wtf? Eventually we found this place that looked like a pre-historic cave and it had some cheap food and drinks so chilled there for a couple hours, it was pretty entertaining watching the locals, there was a group of street workers that were big buff guys in bright orange vests who came in and had a good time joking around and then there was all the drinkers and smokers, one guy was trying to hard to hook up with friend with this woman, and she just wasn't interested aha. poor guy.

So Friday we did like a hardcore sight-seeing tour of Sevilla, we probably saw about 75% of all the main attractions you should see while you're there. It was a very long day of about 8 hours of walking/touring around but it was Amazing. The Catedral was an Art-History-gasm or an eye-gasm (some new terms we have invented), the Alcazar was very beautiful too, along with all the other smaller churches and awesome little plazas but my favourite place in Sevilla was definitely Plaza de España, it was like Venice from an alternate universe, it was so beautiful.

 Catedral de Sevilla

Alcazar & Alcazar Gardens

Plaza de España <3 

After a long day of touring around we all crashed for a few hour siesta back at the hostel, although when we got back there, it wasn't the gypsy woman at the desk but a young bulgarian guy who had the craziest hair, he looked like a brunette version of Johnny Bravo, no joke. around midnight we decided to go out and find a party, we were going to hang around the hostel a while longer but Johnny had left the front desk and there was now a small asian woman there who kept shushing us starting at like 11:30pm -_-' 

After a random series of events we ended up at this discoteca called Abril, it was quite a fancy place, everyone was gorgeous and dressed up, even the guys were wearing dress shirts and some even ties or jackets, and of course, the three of us were wearing jeans and some sort of tops, ahwell. It was a kool place and the music was pretty random but a lot of was good. The kinda lame thing about it though was that 85% of the people there weren't dancing or not very much anyways, me and K were kicking it north american style and jamming to the music along with a few other groups of girls and guys who were probably not Spanish either, the scene in Sevilla and in Spain is more of a cultural way to socially drink and pick people up, the guys stand around and drink or are wandering about on the prowl and the woman just stand around and maybe sway to the music looking gorgeous and waiting to be preyed upon. It was interesting experience, gotta say, Sevilla made me appreciate Granada. 

Saturday we toured around a bit more and saw the last like 25% of Sevilla we hadn't seen the day before, we came across this big mall type of thing and I saw the first Mcd's I've seen since leaving TO. It almost a little sad. around 6pm we caught the train back to Granada. All in all an awesome trip, I'm finally starting to feel like I'm actually here, being in school and going on weekend excursions, I'm finally realizing that I am here in EUROPE to LIVE. It's insane.

Oct. 4-6