Today is day 13 of 119 and because school started later than expected (teepical espanish, as my Spanish friend/ex professor says regarding everything) I have been on a 13 day vacation. Though it wasn’t the plan (alas! Is it ever?) I have spent most of my time doing a lot of nothing. Here goes, 13 days in one sentence:
I arrived and briskly made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm, went to the beach, made friends, went out drinking and dancing, slept until 3 pm.
Is that a run-on sentence? Anyway, I left a few nights out because some nights I went out to dinner with ex-professor V and friend A, roommates Manuela and Eustaquia aka Lorena (teepical espanish names; I am Paca, somehow short for Francesca) and went for a drive to a nice nearby city with pretty views. Oops, that was two sentences wasn’t it? Oh but wait, I left out a very important detail! These past 12 days I have also eaten a butt load (haha! Literally!) of this:
Brief observations I have made during my vacation:
- Americans have a drinking problem (no, Mom and Dad, I am not telling you I have a drinking problem via public blog! It’s simply that “having a few drinks” here means literally that when “having a few drinks” in many places in the USA means “losing count of how many drinks I have because I am drinking as fast as I can through a tube until I can’t see”)
- The stereotype that life in Spain moves slower is so beautifully true.
- The fanny-pack is back????
That was only three observations but as I said before: I am on vacation.
To make your reading this post worthwhile, here are some pretty pictures to look at, some from one day I did go exploring, during a holiday called Feria, others of interesting things in and around Málaga. By the way, originally Feria was a celebration of Spanish culture, specifically Flamenco dance, but it seemed to me like a week-long Mardi Gras!
Stay tuned for more fruitful reflections as school starts tomorrow...supposedly.
Is the first one plaza del obispo (well first one after the delicious-looking ice cream)?! That is where I had my first Spanish restaurant meal :) and for that I'll always remember what obispo means.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear more! And, you can always write to me in Spanish. I do need the practice!
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