No Pasa Nada

Great week. I love being back in classes. This week my class consisted of a 16 year old British girl named Chelsea, who is very sweet, Klaus, a German fellow somewhere in his 40s(?) and in the afternoons for conversation classes, Pius, who is a 28 year old swiss information technologist. Good fun. My favorite class of the week was a conversational one where we played the game “Taboo” in Spanish outside in the jardin. Some of the descriptions we came up with were absolutely hilarious!

On Wednesday we had a little bit of a fieldtrip: to the newspaper “Ideal”. We toured the building and saw old printing presses, as well as the current system (which turns out is very similar to that of a magazine). On Thursday, some of us went on what was called “the tour of Granada: Underground” and was advertised with images of tunnels and caves and things under the city. In actuality, it was just a tour of some of the lesser-known attractions, most of which we had already seen. We all had a nice time though, and lovely cervezas and tapas in the evening.

The rest of the week went really smoothly with a lot of studying (I had to catch up a little) and just hanging out. I still haven't had too much sleep due to our noisy neighbors, but I am  gradually catching back up from Barcelona. Today we went outside and there was just a crazy man screaming gibberish and absentmindedly banging on the wall with a hammer. I think we must live on the street that attracts the crazies. Yesterday was great because we all had tapas in the jardin at school after classes and told stories and had a ton of laughs when Pius decided he was going to teach me how to salsa and line dance (I just didn’t have the heart to tell him I already knew). After a bit of a siesta we all got dressed up and met back at one of my favorite bars: La Puerta de la Alpujarras, where we made loads of new friends (It was intercambio night) and then on to another random bar where an impromptu table fusbol tournament erupted, intermixed with more dancing. Klaus and I won the tournament the first time, and then came in second the next time around. We ended the night at a discoteca called Mae West with hours of dancing until our feet just couldn’t take anymore.

Carol and I are expecting a new roommate of unknown age, gender and nationality today. It should be interesting.

SABES QUE…
More women than men are currently enrolled in Spain's universities.