Busy having fun
i promise i won't take up your entire friends page this time. the past few days have been busy, full of walking around the most gorgeous city, eating the best falafel, drinking 2 euro bottles of wine, dancing, and shopping. i know, it's horrible.
tomorrow is my last day in Córdoba. i am doing one of two things: 1. going to malaga a beach about an hour from here or 2. going to the arab baths, where i take alternating dips in hot and cold baths and end my visit with a massage. i don't think i can go wrong.
friday i travel back to madrid to meet my group and (i am soooooo excited) visit El Prado!!!!!! (spain's largest and most amazing amazing art museum, can you say goya's the disaster of war etchings?)and La Palacio Real (royal palace)! then i make my way on to granada and meet mi familia!!!
as i post this i am finishing a bottle of wine in preparation for my return to Feria.
buenas noche!
lucy and friends performing a traditional dance, Seviallas. Lucy is the black space to the left. i have a video of her performing flamenco, which is so great, but due to my internet connection i can't post it... maybe one day.
my new zara dress. lucy and i at her end of the semester party. LOTS of free alcohol.
even in spain i spill my drink all over me and then over exaggerate the whole thing.i partly blame the spilt wine on the crazy, spanish woman who grabbed me and drug me (completely unwillingly, duh!) into the congo line.
the party. we were doing some spanish cha-cha/electric slide thing. the band also covered "i will survive" and "raise the roof."
oh yeah, this was where we were partying, btw.
at some point they handed out awards. then at another point they threw a bunch of hats at us. i don't really know why they did either... or when
it's 2:30. they start young... real young.
this was the sweetest old, spanish woman, who absoulutly loved lucy for dancing the flamenco and looking so hott while doing it.
me unknowingly warding off all spanish men with my no-no-finger-wagging-dance (thanks fletcher). story: drunk sydeney was performing the finger dance, when a spanish boy tapped her on the shoulder. she took no notice (becuse she really did not notice), but kept wagging that finger. he took it as "no, no, gross" signal and was apparantly embarrassed. his friend rafa approached sydney to inform her of her wrong doing. she explained (in spanish, thank you)that in america this is how you dance. rafa accepted the explination and shared the dance with his group of spanish friends. cultural exchange, one spaniard at a time, it's what i do.
besos!
syd
tomorrow is my last day in Córdoba. i am doing one of two things: 1. going to malaga a beach about an hour from here or 2. going to the arab baths, where i take alternating dips in hot and cold baths and end my visit with a massage. i don't think i can go wrong.
friday i travel back to madrid to meet my group and (i am soooooo excited) visit El Prado!!!!!! (spain's largest and most amazing amazing art museum, can you say goya's the disaster of war etchings?)and La Palacio Real (royal palace)! then i make my way on to granada and meet mi familia!!!
as i post this i am finishing a bottle of wine in preparation for my return to Feria.
buenas noche!
lucy and friends performing a traditional dance, Seviallas. Lucy is the black space to the left. i have a video of her performing flamenco, which is so great, but due to my internet connection i can't post it... maybe one day.
my new zara dress. lucy and i at her end of the semester party. LOTS of free alcohol.
even in spain i spill my drink all over me and then over exaggerate the whole thing.i partly blame the spilt wine on the crazy, spanish woman who grabbed me and drug me (completely unwillingly, duh!) into the congo line.
the party. we were doing some spanish cha-cha/electric slide thing. the band also covered "i will survive" and "raise the roof."
oh yeah, this was where we were partying, btw.
at some point they handed out awards. then at another point they threw a bunch of hats at us. i don't really know why they did either... or when
it's 2:30. they start young... real young.
this was the sweetest old, spanish woman, who absoulutly loved lucy for dancing the flamenco and looking so hott while doing it.
me unknowingly warding off all spanish men with my no-no-finger-wagging-dance (thanks fletcher). story: drunk sydeney was performing the finger dance, when a spanish boy tapped her on the shoulder. she took no notice (becuse she really did not notice), but kept wagging that finger. he took it as "no, no, gross" signal and was apparantly embarrassed. his friend rafa approached sydney to inform her of her wrong doing. she explained (in spanish, thank you)that in america this is how you dance. rafa accepted the explination and shared the dance with his group of spanish friends. cultural exchange, one spaniard at a time, it's what i do.
besos!
syd