You can´t sing the blues…
…in Granada, Spain.
On Friday night, one of the flats hosted everyone for dinner, because a number of the students had ended thier time here. Becuase a number of people are hear taking guitar classes, after dinner much singing insued. At one point the three guitarist started playing a blues riff. Someone tried to sing the blues, but here is souther Spain it is not posible. The only option is Loundan Wainwrights “Happy Blues”
Me cooking? So the ladies who hosted the party on Friday were cooking pizza. When I arrived at 9, four of them were standing in the kitched staring at the ingredeance and a huge pot of raised dough, not really knowing what to do next. So I ended up making all the pizza. Yes, me the guy who could burn water, made dinner. Fourtunally, it takes no real skill to make pizza. Everyone was very impressed. I got a hge round of appualuse at one point. The only conculsion that cnab e made is that these people need to get out more and eat some real food.
Drugs The creeping crud that has been moving through us, fianlly got me in a full on way on Saturday. Lucky for me I was walking home from a concert with my friend Betty from Mexico. She speaks very good english, and was able to transelate for me so I could get the drugs I really need.
La Boda Real All the single female hearts in Spain broke about noon on Saturday, not becuase of the end of my dance creerer, but because the Prince got married. As I walked the streets on Saturday it was the talk of the town, the topic was on everyones lips. Okay, so I have no idea if that is true, because I don´t speak the lauguage, but I assume it to be true. The whole thing was telivized. They showed everyone showing up, the wedding, the post wedding blessing, and the dinner afterwards. I did not stick with it long enough to see if Prince Charles did the “Chicken Dance” at the respetion. Then yesterday they played the whole thing over again provided critique on all the out fits. [Note: The yellow dress with the three signle color red tulips on the bottom was a really bad choice.]
Forgine Spanish I may not be able to speak the language yet, but I can tell where the foriners are from by the way the speak spanish.
Tororedor Last night 4 of us went out for a very low key noght of tapas. (Tapas are a plate of food served with a drink in Spain. In Granada from some reason they are free. I don´t understand, but I am not complaining.) We stat down at a very quite bar, and some how ened up talking to the three locals sitting next to. One of them was a retired Tororedor (bullfighter). We were all just amazed. Sitting in a bar in the shadow of the Alahambra, eating amazing free tapas, and talking to a retired bull fighter. It just didn´t seem like it was real or posible.