In my "Antropologia del trabajo y la empresa" class, we watched a documentary about the division of labor in different tribal groups. It was a pretty cool documentary- I got really into it. When the teacher asked, "Reacciones? Comentarios?"- no one in the 20 person class had anything to say. Except me! "A mi me interes es el papel de los ninos en la sociedad. Porque, a hora, los ninos cuestan MUCHO diner-- y en estos grupos, ellos ayudan sus padres. Es muy diferente." I know it wasn't the most profound answer, but it was something. The teacher was pleased that someone broke the ice- and I was so glad to let everyone in the class in on the secret: I'm American.
In other news, my friend Carolyn came to Sevilla for her 21st birthday this weekend. We have known each other since we were 15- we were avid LuHi summer day campers. It was so nice to see her in another country! We walked around the Sevilla Cathedral and climbed to the top of the bell tower. It was a great afternoon. We ended the day with some vino and montaditos (little sandwiches).
View from the top of the Cathedral
Last night was a slight disaster, though. I wasn't feeling well at all- my throat was hurting and I felt feverish. Carolyn was supposed to meet me and some of my friends at Abril, a discoteca in my neighborhood, around 2:00. We arrived on time and had 0 issues getting in- we didn't even have to pay a cover. Carolyn was late though and when she arrived with her group, they told her that they needed to pay 30 euros each. That's ludicrous. As this was going down outside, I was patiently waiting inside, ready to pass out. I get the call from Carolyn and knew I had to wake up and play discoteca tourist- it's her 21st birthday!
I said goodbye to my friends inside and ran to meet her outside. She was so happy to see me, which gave me the energy to want to show her a good time. The closest club I knew of was Caramelo, which was a bit of a hike. Didn't tell that to the group though, just kept saying it was ahead (they were drunk, so it didn't matter). When we got to Caramelo, it was 3:30 which is prime time for disco-ing. 30 euro cover again. Not happening. Plan C- Viapol Center, another pretty far walk. We were all having a good time though on our walk- cracking jokes and talking about home.
After going to one disco that was apparently for 40 year olds and older, we got into the discoteca next door for free. After a round of shots, dancing, a few pictures, and some nice conversation with the locals, I felt just about ready to pass out on the floor of the disco. I kissed Carolyn goodbye and made my way home.
It was 4:30 am and I was tired as hell. As I was 100 feet away from the front door of the apartment, I reached into my bag for my keys. Bottle of diet coke? Nope, not them. My wallet? Nope, not them either. My blackberry? Shit. I don't have my keys. Horrible thoughts filled my head- what if Kirsten, my roommate, doesn't answer my phone call? What if she's sleeping? What do I do? I can't wake Mati and Luiqui! After a good 45 seconds of panicking, I called Kirsten who picked up right away. She was still at Abril and said she would make her way home pronto. I felt so bad to pull her away- she is literally THE BEST.
After 15 minutes of waiting outside of the building, her taxi pulled up. Por fin- la noche ha terminado.
We just woke up (2:00 here) and ate some spaghetti and a fried egg. The meal was topped off with only the most sweetest oranges in the world. We talked to Luiqui about insurance and ghosts, just so pleased that we weren't eating the strange meal Mati made yesterday: an orange squash soup thing with two fried fish sticks in it and an eggplant stuffed with a scary mix of meat. "Lo siento Mati, pero no pudeo comer esto. Los sabores son muy diferentes que la comida que como." That was the nicest way I could have put it- I actually wanted to say "Mati this is horrifying" but she's 1) too cute to say that too and 2) I don't know how to say that in Spanish.
I walked around a park yesterday- Parque Maria Luisa...it's right across the street from Plaza de Espana. It was so peaceful to spend time walking alone. I did some reading and people watching for about 3 hours. I'm taking this class about Cervantes which requires so much reading. I don't have enough hours in the day. I am finding it much easier to read in Spanish, though. Reading out loud now is very effective.
How great is my new bag? Bimba & Lola (http://www.bimbaylola.es/home_eng.html)
The best
PS- What's up with the new FB picture layout? Not diggin it.
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