Today, after our placement test for the language program, we had an intercambio (exchange) with Spanish students who'd studied English. A group of us had a great conversation with a couple of the students, and we exchanged contact information so that we'll be able to go out together soon. Prosciutto is amazing. Sherry, not so much.
While most everyone else has been to the bars either once or twice, I've just been too jetlagged and tired to feel like drinking. Yeah, yeah, I'm lame. Problem is that Spaniards go out around midnight at the earliest, then stay out 'till the wee hours of the morning. I can't handle that alongside anything remotely important to do. Maybe that will change once I'm used to sleeping a few hours at night and a few hours during siesta. So last night, the group who was too tired for bars-part-2 and I went to a casual cafe-bar, had a glass of wine, and ended up having a sweet bonding session including inappropriate conversations, being spat at by bottomless 12-year-old girls on a balcony while attempting to give a drunk Moroccan man directions in French to somewhere we couldn't decipher, and silly games like 10 fingers. Given the results of that game, I apparently need 'da boss' (alternatively 'la jefa') tattooed on my knuckles. So, uh, don't mess. And maybe if it's henna.
I posted a couple of pictures of the city on Facebook. Adding pictures one at a time here is not worth it so I'll just keep posting them there.
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