After the first week of class, the whole program was invited to attend a flamenco show at Peña la Plateria. Before the flamenco show, I and another girl on the program stopped in a bar for some drinks and tapas. It was a small quaint bar, our order of sangria was accompanied by the complementary tapas of of small sandwiches, fries, and frito like chips – for only 3 euros. After we left we met up with the group and headed to the flamenco show in the Albayzín. 3 men took the stage – one with a guitar and the other two were singing and clapping. A dancer took the stage a few minutes later and her feet moved with such pace it was incredible.
After the flamenco show we were going to head home, but we checked out some more places with some new Spanish friends we met. A late night, or rather an early morning consumed with dancing, drinks, and conversation where in a culture of so many differences sometimes the only familiar feeling is silence.
Today was consumed by cafe con leche, a gorgeous run along the river, a soup like dish of calamari, fish, clams and noodles, and a belly dancing intro class. A first real Friday night in Granada awaits…
Yesterday evening started with a walk through the Albayzin where we stood and admired the views of the Alhambra from the plaza de San Nicholas with the night sky arriving. The views are incredible.
After the walk a friend and I were supposed to meet up with a friend of my señora. It would have been easy to fall into bed as it was late, dark and chilly. Rather though, I gathered layers upon layers and headed onto the cobblestone streets of my new city. The first bar we ventured to, with the friend of my señoras – who turned out to be her nephew, was filled with Spanish students and the like. Our next stop landed us in another bar where we met quite a few of his Spanish friends. Even without knowing what exactly was being said it was quite entertaining to see their behavior, expressions, and interactions. Everyone was laughing and joking sitting around a low table on benches sipping drinks and enjoying the nuts and spanish candies given with the drinks. After a while there we made another stop at Planta Baja, a bar/club type thing. It was filled with dancing Spanish people of various ages and a dj up on a stage in a sparkly silver jacket. Behind him was a screen flashing with random images ranging from cartoons to abstract images flashing with the music. This bar handed out clear plastic balls filled with 2 spanish candies resembling American starburst and a ring pop. The night ended as we discovered it was close to 3am. This is still relatively early for Spanish culture as the discotecas began to fill up at 3 and last until early morning. Still adapting to the Spanish culture though, we decided to leave as Cegri had a tour of the Alhambra planned for the next day, or rather 7 hours.
The beginnings of a journey. Day 1 of the adventures of living in a Spanish household. After staying in the hostel for 3 nights the idea of finally being able to unpack was nice but the thought of my familiar English speaking world disappearing was frightening. I was picked up by my señora early today and we trekked up cobblestone streets with 130 pounds of luggage. Inside she started preparing breakfast – toast with tomatoes, melon, coffee or tea,and then yogurt. After unpacking I returned to the kitchen where she poured me a glass of cerveza Alhambra. Sipping that and catching up on emails at the brasero in the kitchen made for a nice afternoon. In what seemed like only a hour my señora was prepping lunch. We sat down at about 4 to more toast and some type of lasagna dish. Very delicious, but running will certainly be necessary soon. We ate mandarin oranges for our dessert and then proceeded to nod off on the sofa while watching a movie. After our rest we walked through the albayzin and to the plaza de San Nicholas overlooking the Alhambra.
I am still not sure what is happening at any given moment due to my lack of Spanish skills – everything is a surprise for me. Poco a poco.