Day 7 - "Who Says," Espicha, and Janky Internet...Still

Alright, by now, you know the drill. Class for two hours, break, class for another hour, then switch to a different class for another hour.

During break, we went to the café Favorit, and it said they had wireless, but unfortunately, you had to have a password to use their internet. No luck. And it wasn’t working at school either. Fail.

Came home and actually lucked out for once being able to jack the internet for the first time in two and a half days. But I was pretty determined to get the internet USB anyway.

Again, no such luck. We went back the The Phone House where we got our cell phones because the salesperson was SO nice. Turns out, I forgot my passport, which you have to have to buy it, AND she was out of the SIM card for it anyway. Sheesh.

So, Stephanie and I met Alee at one of the many ice cream stands that lines the street that runs along the park, and we walked to Gascona to meet up with the group for the bus to Tierra Astur for the Espicha.

Turned out to be a LOT of fun. I only had 4 sidras, which do absolutely nothing, but somehow, my professor Maria and my friend Darlene from class talked me into dancing with the two native dancers on stage. Got to dance with Liz, and it turned out to be great fun!

Speaking of Liz, I had no idea that she knew traditional Irish dance! How awesome is that? She got up on stage and busted a move and EVERYONE loved it. She’s a deal. I love her J

AWe ducked out for a bit to take pictures of an old abandoned building, which I really wanted to see inside, but there was a fence up all around it. We ended up telling Zemke that we wanted to do it, and he said, “Here’s a bit of advice: in Spain, everyone does things until they’re told not to. Within reason, of course.” I can dig it. Although I wasn’t feeling climbing the fence in a dress. It was still a really awesome building though. Trees growing out of it and the whole bit.

After the Espicha, we decided to follow a group to a bar, but it didn’t really seem like they knew where they were going. Eventually, they ended up finding a bar, and I had my first Coronita, which I only drank like half of. The sangria de sidra turned out to be WAY better. We just sat around and talked for a really long time, and it was great. Got visit with a lot of people from Mizzou that we hadn’t got to talk to yet, and it was a blast.

The seats were kinda random, though. They were basically just concrete, and you shared the bench with the person behind you, so I kept leaning back into the person behind me. Whoops!

Everyone wanted to find a disco after that, but turns out that Spaniards don’t really work the same way Americans do. We got to the club at about 12, but there was no one there – only other people from our program. It was a wee bit awkward that no one else was there, so we were going to try and find a gay bar, but it turns out there was no one at all in that one, so we just decided to head for home. What can I say? We’re old ladies…

I ended up wanting to watch something on the computer REALLY badly, but my collection consists of about five music videos. So, I ended up watching the stuff from the deluxe version of John Mayer’s “Battle Studies” and must admit, I’m OBSESSED with “Who Says.” I thought I hated it when I first heard it, but it must have grown on me or something.