HAHA, hoy tu debe aprender (¿que esta?) Español a comprende mi. (¡ese es el peor sentencia yo esta tomando escrito siempre! Yo no tengo idea como a escribe. ¿¿¿???
Anyway, as much as a I don´t want to break out el inglés, my complete lack of grammar as well as my shallow and failing Spanish vocabulary have forced me back into my native tongue.
Anyway, I´m having a fantastic freaking time. The beaches, views, and women are beautiful!!! The last two days have been la farea, or the fair. Torre del Mar is a little fishing town and their partron saint is Santa Anna, the mother of the virgin mary or Jesus´s grandmother, two days ago was her saint day so the last two days have been a party virtually all day and night. I have no concept of days or time right now, because a you might wake up at 9 and get Churros or breakfast- stay up and do things (like I am now) or siesta (pass out) then eat lunch or ¨dinner¨ at 2 or 3 and go out then eat a snack or something at 6 then go out to the fiesta at 11 or 1130 (2300). And stay out till 3 or w.e. Anyway, my last two days have been similiar. Also Im giving up on most punctuation as these keyboards are ridiculous, so deal with it. If it isnt a period or comma it aint gonna be in here. But I digress. So two days ago Thursday? (ok, some exceptions of course) We got up, had churros with Chriss uncle Miguel the ex spanish general. Then passed out, went out for a bit then came back, showered, then went out at 2330 to la farea, rode the ship walked around, and then went to the bars anda few clubs. Came home, passed out, woke up at 10? made breakfast (i made huevos). Vamos a la playa, we went to the beach, had lunch, showered and went out around 1600 (4pm) and went straight to the main tent.
See they have these two tents set up righ across from the beach where their is a live band, lots of temporary bars and lots and lots of people. Imagine the NOOD tent times 10 with lots of fresh costal spanish food and better beer and instead of rich guys with boats and hardcore sailors, hardcore spanish teens and 20 somethings with lot and lots of makeshift Sangria. Seriously, EVERYONE had at least two water jugs (5 liters each) of psuedo-sangria, ie vinto tinto, sugar, Fanta limon and various cut up fruit. It was insane. So Chirs and I pound down a few cups of this ¨purple drink¨ and we´re dancing and theirs just so many people all around and the music is playing and most of it is spanish, but people just start squirting each other with thier jugs (ahahahahahhahaha) of sangria (they poked holes in the caps). Ok, run on sentence, let me try this again.
Ok, So we are under the open tent with a large band and female singer. We are enjoying cup after cup of psuedo-sangria and dancing with some of Chriss Spain friends (A kid I dont know his name still y Carmen y Julia y Amanda). The crowd is crazy, everyone has poked holes in the caps of thier giant containers and are squirting drink in the air in each others mouth, at each other. Its just crazy. Everyone is dancing and throwing thier hands in the air. The musica is mostly all Spanish but like almost all countries they still have some American classics. So Chris and I are pretty good at this point, estoy borracho. And all of a sudden they singer starts in ¨At first I was afriad, I was petrified...¨ So, ecstatic with recognition, we start belting it out. And at this point, my shirts off (im in a beater) but covered in Sangria, Chris (is whering a button up) his shirt is open , all of our friends are in similar sorts (but no one is naked, mom) and we´re all covered in Sangria and sweat and water from the misters and or people using squirt guns(they ran tubing above the tents to keep people cool) And we´re just a freaking mess but we all start singing along and jumping up and down in unison with our arms around eachothers shoulders like an (american) football team hyping up for a game. It was incredible. So we dance and sing and of course drink so more. The we go to the beach to wash off (yes, we were drunk, yes, we went in the water, yes, its a pretty stupid idea, but i wasnt that drunk and we only went up to our waists... yes, it doesnt matter and yes, i will probably do it again.- At least we didnt swim out to the buoy (that was two days ago (the first day of the fair))) So we´re swimming around and Chris forgets his camera in his pocket! (Its drying now) but we are just all chilling and playing in the water, which is gorgoeus. And then we get out and wash off in the beach shower. Then we cross the street and SOAKING wet, make our way into a few clubs. We find one we like and just jam out. A club at like 6 or 7pm when its bright as the dickens out. (it doesnt get dark until like 11) It was fun. But not as fun as the tent. Also, some other highhlights of the day, after the tent and before the water I got some Paella (seafood, chicken, rice and saffron) and a real HAMburger. Delicious. Torre del Mar used to be, and is a huge fishing town, think Nahant to the 5th power. So aside from having like a million pescadorias or fish markets (stores), the whole fair is based around Santa Anna and fisherman. So alot of their food is sea based. (Mira, I´m learning too!). Anyway, so unlike the night before (two days ago) where we went back inbetween the afternoon and night, we stumbled back to the house, after the clubs probably around 7,8 9 at the latest because it was stil bright out, i think like 730ish. And, although we planned to nap and then go back out. Chris y yo estabamos muy barrachos so we kind of slept through till morning. So anyway. Today, we got up at 8am, got Churros and that brings me to now. Yep.
So my trip is basically a sometimes somewhat drunken alternative learning adventure.
I´m ok with that.
So yea, since my phone has been dead (no clock) and we take so many naps, the days are kind of all blurring together, and its not that I can´t remember that I did something, its that I just am not sure WHEN I did it. So no worries, I´m staying safe and being careful. I´ll continue to tell you all about it, just don´t quote me on the sequence or times. ;)
¡Adios!
1 comment:
¿Por qué todos los extranjeros se quedan siempre con el alcohol de España como recuerdo?
Animo, continua aprendiendo español! ;)
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