One of the other WUSTL girls and I (shoutout Riva please read my blog) went to a bar across the street from our hotel, and it was playing some pretty solid salsa music and seemed like the place to be. We walked up to the bar and who should we see but the two waiters who work at the restaurant we've gone to every day this week.
Before you get excited, these waiters are not cute. They are late 40's, at least, and one seemed to be with his wife. But they recognized us and bought a round of drinks before we moved on for some rudimentary salsa. Very Spanish, very fun.
Today was our last day of class with Ana, and it's actually been super helpful, looking back. If nothing else, it was a lot of conversation practice. Also we learned how to say "bourgie" in Spanish--v. important.*
We had the rest of the day free, so we headed over to the pool at the University of Granada (just us and the chicas). It was a gorgeous day and a gorgeous pool, complete with chillers, and we stuck around for about 4 hours before heading back towards Grand Via for some much-needed Haagen Daaz and a late siesta at the hotel. We woke up just as the sun was setting over some pretty spectacular clouds.
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| Such a beautiful view! |
The big plan for the night was dinner and dancing, and we managed dinner pretty well but hit a snag before any dancing got going. After a little tapas-hopping for dinner in the Albayzin, we grabbed a couple of bottles of vino and tinto de verano (which comes in 2L soda bottles) and headed back to the hotel for some group bonding and musica. Before we knew it, it was 2AM and the club we'd been headed to had upped its cover charge, so we headed to bed while Riva and Alexandra are currently out on the town and more power to them. Feelin' pretty old.
Tomorrow, we tour a nearby olive orchard. Here's to some free snacks!
*"pija"
Truly a beautiful sunset. I hope you'll get to go back to Granada lots of times in your life. You and Zayn may already know this, but I was 15 when I learned, to my great disappointment, that the olives on the trees in an orchard are not fit for eating. We were camping in Greece in an old olive orchard. Grandma and Grandan laughed at me. It was quite the let-down.
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