Techno Remix

Currently there is a techno remix of the Barney I Love You song playing in the computer lab. The lyrics are different, but it is definitely that song...undeniable.

So, about this whole living in Spain thing. I have been here for over a month know, and its quite the experience. Today, my goal was to do my homework, I read a book instead. I still have time to do it tonight. And I know I will.

Sort Of...

So, the thing with Spaintime is that it functions very differently from America Time. For one thing, a half an hour usually means forty five minutes, and times are different for everything. You start going out at midnight, and the discotheques don´t open until about 3am...or atleast the don´t get good till then. I have yet to go to one, but that is what I have been told. Yesterday, I went out, but got a little bit of a headache and left early, I came home at 230am...ahhh Spain Time.

Granada is covered in graffiti, a thing I hope to take many pictures of and devote an entire posting to as soon as I can remember to bring my camera. Everywhere you go, the down town area, the university area, the Albaicin area, you will see grafitti scrawled on the walls. What we are all left wondering is, when do people do it? If people are out and about in Spain at 4am, when does one grafitti? Our most reasonable logic has been during siesta, about 2-4pm. People are indoors, eating or sleeping.The light is bright and allows a good view of what you are doing. And no one is around to stop you.

Let´s talk about the siesta, a little more indepth, because I think it should be analyzed more. Okay, its like this, at two o´clock, the world shuts down. You can wander pretty far and not see anything open. Its like a ghost town, and you think to yourself, why the hell am I even outside? No one else is.Then at six, the world explodes with people. There is as much hustle and bustle here as new york city. Even the tiny cafes near where I leave have people sitting in them. It is the most bizarre experience for me, and I am still trying to accept it.

On the clothes. So, sometimes I leave the apartment in which I live and thing, hmm...maybe this outfit is too much, and then, it seems, I see a woman at least twenty years older than me wearing something similar.For example, when we drove to Portugal,I work a long button down and leggings, and as I left my apartment, I thought, well, is the leggings as pants style okay in Spain? Not more than thirty seconds after I thought this, a fiftish woman walks past me rocking the same style.

I have noticed that in general, there is not such things as age inapproriate clothes, everyone can wear miniskirts if you have the legs, etc. etc.

Outside of that. All is well, lots of wandering today, getting lost and then finding my way to a part of Granada that I did not think I was walking towards...that was funny. I have finally gotten to learn the map of this crazy place, so I think I will be prepared for some tours come a few months from now.

Well, I miss you all! I am doing well!

And papsky, I am jealous of your message leaving abilities, they are making my posts look bad!!!