We kept learning colloquial expressions and norms in class today, but I'm starting to wonder how much of this stuff actually gets used and how much of it is the Spanish equivalent of saying "Butter my butt and call me a biscuit!" I guess we'll find out if I get laughed out of school.
After a nerve-wracking morning of being phoneless, I set out to find a Yoigo store to get myself sorted out. It wasn't too hard--they're everywhere--and it was a pretty sweet walk past big Spanish houses (felt like home with all that stucco) and views of the Sierra Nevadas all around. I thought I was all set, but it turns out I forgot to bring my passport number, which is what they listed my account under, so I had to go all the way back. Things were not looking good.
Luckily, while I was gone, my host back in Madrid had found my PIN and texted it to Ramiro, so by 7pm I was back in business. We went for an early dinner at the Spanish equivalent of TropSmoo and, after getting our stuff to go ("para llevar"), we sat by a big fountain the main plaza of Granada and watched people go by. One girl--maybe fourteen--was being led around in a blindfold by a bunch of her friends. Potentially sinister.
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| Views from the top of the flamenco "cueva" (cave) |
Tonight's activity was a flamenco performance in the Sacromonte, Granada's Gypsy Quarter. The place was a restaurant/dance hall at pretty much the highest point in Granada, with some killer views of the Alhambra at night. Everything was made of stone and stucco and very old, and it felt like every stomp of the dancers' heels could bring the whole place down. But I guess it's been there for hundreds of years, so it's probably solid.
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| Inside the Cueva |
Afterwards, we went for some light tapas at a bar in the Albayzin where we could sit outside and check out the crowds, which are of course always around. I'm about ready to call it a night, but I guess we'll see what develops!
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