And on the gruesome uphill treck to the castle, what did we see? OH HEY, spanish lavender!!!! Love you mom. ;)
Last night after Xativa I came back to my casa and took a nap, showered, skyped my actual madre, and then went to McDonalds. Yes. How American you might say? The Spaniards def love it. I was supposed to meet people at around 10:40 to go to this welcome UVA students bar thing at a place called Corona 15, but I was really hungry so I made a stop at good old Mickey D's. Best decision ever. You just can't beat comida rapida (fast food). The Spaniards don't believe in doing anything fast. Everything is drawn out and a major pain. For example today (Sunday) I wanted to buy some coca cola. I walked 10 or so blocks until I found some random sandwich place that sold bocadillos and coke. thank goodness. Then turns out right next to it was a place that sold helado (ice cream). So win for me. Recreation of my Dairy Queen adventures in the states? I think yes. ANYWAYS back to McDonalds last night. Turns out that McDonalds has free wifi. Who knew? So I was amusing myself with my phone sitting in the very active intersection of the Xativa metro stop and McDonalds and Carrer Ribera etc. when 4 guys sat down and proceeded to gorge themselves on McDonalds and beer. They chatted with me - they said they were hooligans....which they were. They were also somewhat intoxicated, but nice enough and I spoke to them in Spanish for a while. Then my friends came and we decided to walk to this Corona Bar....sketchiest experience ever. So many randos out at night. Anyways we made it after about 20 minutes and all the UVA people were there which was nice because I met a lot of people I hadn't met before. My friend Jessica and I talked to these 2 random Spanish guys for a while - they didn't speak any english, which is more fun for us! Unfortunate incidents did occur however - someone stole Alex's phone. She thinks she knows who it was and it was like a 10 dollar phone, but still. Anyways we moved on to other bars, met some American guys who have been studying in Valencia for a year, met some Spanish guys who do not understand the value of personal space and do not take rejection well. I wouldn't either if I were 30 and creepy. Took a cab home at 3:00ish and went to bed, thank goodness. :)
