This Rough Spanish Life

What are the stereotypes that come to mind when “Spain” is mentioned? Bullfighing, flamenco, and of course, languorous meals that stretch over hours. Before I came I tried to practice making meals last that long, but to no avail. No matter how slowly I ate, I still couldn’t seem to sit there for more than an hour-tops. Yesterday I feel like I finally REALLY experienced this iconic Spanish tradition.

Around one o’clock, Angel and I headed out to meet his cousin (Angel) and his cousin’s girlfriend (Estre) at a charming restaurant in a pueblo outside of Granada called Huetor Vega (pictured). We sat outside on the patio in the shade, enjoying the cool breeze. We were immediately served beers (Alhambra Reserva, which has become one of my favorites) and tapas and given menus. After about 30 minutes of discussing different options (I noted that “Secretos” were for sale for 8.90 €, I wondered who’s secrets we would be getting? And would they really be worth almost 9 bucks? Angel informed me that they are actually a cut of pork, surprise surprise.) I finally decided on the Medallones de Pimientos, which is some sort of pork thing involving a red pepper. When the waitress finally returned, she told us that they weren’t actually serving from that menu that day and that our options were pork, chicken, other pork, or some fish thing. We all started with a salad or gazpacho, and then each ordered something different. These courses came slowly and lasted about an hour each. Afterwards, we each had a different dessert and then the afterdinner cordials which are almost always served and are usually very very sweet. By this point we were all feeling incredibly lazy and enjoying the sun. When we left we made a quick stop to the public fountain for a drink and some splashing and then Estre discovered a tree with blackberries- moras, which were absolutely delicious and we all left with purple stains on our fingers/shirts/faces. (4 HOURS after we had started the meal.)

Last night I met up with Alessandra and Clare and the three of us headed to a fairly fancy nightclub called Cafe Aliatar. One of Ale’s friends’ bands was playing and they were fantastic! They’re an 80’s rock cover band, and although the singer (Ale’s friend, Jessica) is Spanish, her English lyrics were perfect and her voice was amazing. We had a great time rocking out amidst candelabras and red wine. We even made some new friends- some girls from Granada, (normally less open to foreign friendships than the guys).
All in all, an excellent day.

SABES QUE…
Blackberries were enjoyed by the ancient Greeks, who believed them to be a cure for diseases of the mouth and throat, as well as a preventative against many ailments, including gout.
http://www.pickyourown.org/blackberries.htm