Time here has FLOWN by! But believe me...studying in Sevilla is not going to be easy. I love my classes because they're all about the political sciences/sociology, but there are just so many distractions!! The first of which is the nightlife.
In Sevilla, you don't just 'go out' once a week. OH NO. If you really want to be Spanish (so I've been told by my Spanish friends), you must go out at least four nights a week, starting your night at midnight and ending it no sooner than 4 A.M. If you end it before then, you're a wuss. If you end it around 6 A.M., you're well on your way to becoming a Spaniard! Woot, gooo you!
So far I have only been out on the weekends, and have only made it until 5 A.M. But I promise I am working on it and I will do my best to succeed! I am not a quitter! I reach for the stars!! ...etc, etc.
But the times that I have been out on the town (slash walking around the historical district) have been absolutely amazing. :) Tinto de Verano is the drink of Sevilla, and is carbonated lemon juice mixed with red wine. Oh how I love thee. Please see below.
It's delicious. And here Spaniards are practically born drinking it. In bottles. As babies. Really. But anywho--most nights start out with some tinto de verano, then some helado (absolutely delicious ice cream is sold everywhere), and end in the bars or the discotecas where Emma likes to show off her American dance moves and the Spaniards like to laugh at said moves. But it's all good. :) I'm having the time of my life. And those crazy dance moves are actually great conversation starters, f.y.i.
But speaking of dancing... Last weekend my friends and I ran into a group of break-dancers busting some insane moves in the middle of a plaza, so of course we gathered around to watch...
They were clearly ballers. And my love of dance led me to become mesmerized. So of course I then promised one of my new friends $10 if he would jump into the ring and do the worm. He repeatedly said no while I tried to talk some sense into him by saying things like: 'This is your destiny! When else will you have a chance to break-dance with Spanish professionals? Do NOT deny fate!!!'
And that's when all of my friends walked away. I followed, sulking. But then: a voice! One of the break-dancers starts yelling at us in English: 'Where are you going? Come back! Dance with us please!' And THAT is when we all turned around, gravitated back towards the circle, and MY FRIENDS COLLECTIVELY PUSHED ME INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE BREAK-DANCING CIRCLE. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty, but I was ready to face my destiny. I mashed together a few pops, locks, and moonwalks, and thought I was doing pretty well! But in reality I actually looked like this.:
AKA a little girl trying to do the chicken dance. But oh well. Did my best. And afterwards I made friends with a 30-yr-old tattooed dancer named Manuel. So success was achieved. I mean I'm practically a Spanish break-dancer now. I just have to work on those 6 A.M. curfews and then I will be golden. :)
