Okay, let’s back track a little bit. Months before I was in Spain, I was told that as long as I was studying in Granada, I HAD to go to this discoteca (club) called Mae West. Every single week, my roomie, Hannah, and I had promised ourselves we were going to try and go, buuuuut then we turn into grandmas and find ourselves home before midnight. No regrets. This week we finally decided we had to try it out when our friend told us she would be able to get us onto a “list” that included free admission, a free drink, and PIZZA! She had me at that. Before all of you think I’m lame, let me defend myself. Spanish people are crazy. Simple as that. The nightlife here is absolutely insane in the sense that clubs don’t start “getting good” until 3 am…3 AM?! It’s also a personal achievement if you stay out until breakfast to score some churros con chocolate. It cracks me up that every Monday and Wednesday, when I am walking to my 8:30 a.m., I always happen to stumble upon a brave soul in their inch high heels getting a taxi home….while I'm walking to school….The “going out” schedule is something I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of, but props to the Spaniards! I wish I didn’t love sleep so much. Anywho, I’m glad I put my grandma lifestyle aside for the night, because it was a blast. So many clubs/bars/restaurants here play American music, it was nice to finally hear some Spanish music and learn some dance moves from the group of 40 year olds that hopped on stage and schooled us on the dance floor (pic ft. below.) It was a little intimidating, because everyone here knows how to move their hips and shake their thang, but I guess that just means I need to invest some time in the salsa classes they have here!
By the way, I did get my free pizza, if you were wondering. So the night ended on a great note!
Another week down, three and a half more months to go! Hasta luego amigos!