Day 4- Part II

Welcome Dinner = I'm finally full!

Here is where all 70 managed to eat in one place!

COMIDA time!

Pan y ensalada, although the salad was heavily dressed with several pickled items involved.  Interesting to say the least. 

Vegetable stew (for the vegetarians, how nice!)

Meringue con chocolate--- HEAVEN

Exhibit A

Kaye: *Moaning*, Katherine: Nom Nom Nom

My first espresso...and I liked it!

*I know what you're thinking Steph...NO I refuse to become a coffee monster like you!

SURVEY: What do YOU see...?

 

Faces of the night...you decide the winner...

Katherine "Moan Master Giggle Guru" Foley

Katherine "Betty Boop" Seck

Kellijandro "Prego Rhino" Gustafson

And the winner is...

For obvious reasons :o)

As for the end of the night...upon reflection, a little funny and a little unfortunate, but in the moment, infuriating! I will try to keep this concise. 

Kaye, Kelly, Justine, Katherine, Krishna, and I were walking out of the restaurante with Narea y Miguel Angel when they recommended we go to Granero, a fun place to go before the discotecas opened. On the way we ran into two espanolas around our age who had tickets to Granero and said they could take us to the private party there.  Miguel looked unsure, but Narea encouraged us to go. 

They spoke crazy fast Spanish with heavy accents so we immediately had communication issues. The girls wanted us to pay them for their tickets because they said they would be able to get more inside (#1 clue of sketchiness).  None of us had correct change so they were trying to help us figure out how to get all of us there...so we thought. 

e go into Ganero past the main area and down in the basement (#2) where there is a woman manning the door telling us we cannot come in, despite the tickets we have in our hand (#3).  More crazy fast spanish/broken english and fast english/broken spanish...only 2 of us are allowed in (#4).  Krishna and I (the lucky ladies) wander around for a while in hopes something good will come of this misadventure when we realize this money "exchange" left us with 10 less euro each (#5).  No, we did not get pickpocket-ted persay, but they did not give us correct change. 

We go upstairs on the main floor where our posse of awkward Americans are standing amongst a substantially older crowd (#6).  The girls had led them up there and left...we thought they were most likely party promoters...aka swindling gypsy babies in training.   

This all sounds very hilarious now, and was definitely not the worst thing that could have happened. A live and learn moment.  But at the moment, we felt disappointed and cheated (or at least I did!).  So much for making Spanish friends!

Fortunately, I have two hilarious roommates who are very skilled dancing to Lady Gaga, making some (not so) funny jokes, and  laughing at absolutely nothing :)