So after a nice tour of Toledo (south of Madrid) and a four hour bus ride, we arrived in Granada where our host families came to pick us up. I was really freaking nervous, because I hadn't told API I was a vegetarian when they asked because I wanted to have some authentic Spanish cuisine, however when Antonio (our program director) was telling us about food in Granada it not only didn't sound appealing to me, it sounded like I was going to starve. They eat all the animal... which leads to the quintesensial dish of Granada being a tortilla (which actually means omlet) with cow brains and pig testicles. No joke.
Well, when my madre picked me up, she was about the cutest and nicest old lady ever. Not only that but she had brought along a girl named Bianca, who stayed with her over the Spring semester through API and doesn't leave until Wednesday. As we were walking back, she said to me, "¿Eres vegetariano, no?" Apparently, I had told them I was a vegetarian! She asked if I really didn't eat any meat, and I told her I wanted to eat some to try Spanish dishes but that I wasn't big on it. She asked if I would want a little chicken or fish from time to time to try what they eat. This woman understands me.
Her apartment was wonderful. I have a nice, big, bright room at the front of the house so that when I come home stupidly drunk and 4 in the morning I don't wake anyone up. I took pictures of the apartment which I will share when I actually have my camera, cord, and an ordinator (computer) all at the same time.
After dinner (veggie pizza with goat cheese, yummmm), Bianca took me out to a tapas bar to meet her Spanish friends and fuck-buddie. We had a beer there and then moved to a cheap discoteca, which was so much fun. Spaniards are just great. They made me feel very welcome, and seemed pleasantly surprised that I could communicate in Spanish well, so we all talked a lot. I got pretty drunk and chain smoked... everyone does and it was fun. Then I came home and crashed. I don't think I could have hoped for a more enjoyable first night in Granada.
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"Do it. Everybody does it." Nice rationale! I think what you meant to say was "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." That sounds much more sophisticated!
Glad you have a nice señora! That makes life so much easier. And those Spaniards can party, eh? Be careful trying to keep up. They've had a lifetime of practice.
OK you twit - chain smoking????? what are you doing to your VOICE - stop it now, goomer
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