Archive | January, 2013

Chupiterías: Where America went wrong.

29 Jan

There is something that I have learned about since being in Granada that is quite magical. It is called a chupiteria. Let me give you some background info for those of you who do not speak spanglish. A chupito is a shot just like you would order at any bar. A chupiteria is a bar only for shots. Sounds not too out of the norm I suppose. However, at these “shot bars” you can get a gazillion different types of shots. Thats not even the good part. For every shot you buy you get points. You can cash in your points whenever you want or save them for the end of the semester and there are a bunch of prizes you can get. aka this is a Chuck-E-Cheese for adults.
I just don’t get why we don’t have such things in America.


Bienvenidos a Granada

28 Jan

So I’m finally settled into my apartment in Granada and I think it may be too nice for me to live in. No offense to my home at 32 Park Vale but this is the life here. I absolutely love it here and cannot stop shoving my face. I’ve already printed out my application for the Biggest Loser for when I return. I don’t have classes for another week which is perfect because I still don’t understand how life works here. Here are a few things I don’t understand yet:

1. Everyone drinks so much but no one eats breakfast sandwiches. I thought the universe was in agreement that those go hand in hand… Here’s what I eat for breakfast everyday.

2. When the hell are things open?! They’re closed during siestas from 2-5 everyday. But also things are closed on Sundays… and Mondays.. and usually close early during the week. They wonder why their economy is so bad.
3. There is no heat anywhere because its expensive but they have space heaters. Let me tell you something Spain. It’s windy as shit here. Buy some wind turbines and get some heat.
4. No one says thank you or your welcome or please. Someone knew I was American because I said gracias when he opened the door for me… and everyone thinks Americans are so rude.
5. Everyones name is Maria or Juan. Maria is so common they have an abbreviation: Ma or Mª(for a man). Which brings me to my next point where people are sometimes just names Juan Maria blahblah. How will I ever tell people apart.

Other than these, and a few other confusing things, life here is too perfect. My landlady cooks too much delicious food. My roommates are awesome. My school is pretty. Euros are fun to use. Zara’s is wicked cheap here. There’s an H&M down the street. I can still use instagram. My roommates are all native spanish speakers so they help me when things get seriously lost in translation. Plus they are all awesome. It will take a week for me to recover from the traumatic experience that was my placement test though where I couldn’t form a single sentence in Spanish for the oral part. Embarrassing. Luckily I placed high enough to stay in all of my spanish classes. I’m not sure what else to write in this blog about but heres a pretty pic of my school.


Things I’ve discovered about Spain so far:

25 Jan
  1. All food is too much food and it all comes with a beer. or wine. and way too much food.
  2. Tapas are too good.
  3. If you fly with Iberia airlines it will be around 85 degrees in the cabin and your favorite red lipstick that you spent too much money on from Sephora will melt.
  4. They don’t stock up on toilet paper in bathrooms so bring your own.
  5. You never tip anyone.
  6. wifi is pronounced “wee-fee” and no one has it.
  7. fro-yo is llaollao like “yow-yow”
  8. They have Dunkin but its called Dunkin Coffee for no apparent reason because they sell the same donuts.
  9. Streets/sidewalks/plazas/ are all the same when it comes to driving on them. aka don’t get ran over.
  10. There are no pottys in the nice buses you take on long trips. torture.
  11. Tapas are too good.
  12. Europeans have evolved to be able to stay out until 6 in the morning and make it to work the next day. Mind blowing.
  13. It’s cold… no one told me it was going to be cold.
  14. Asians can speak Spanish.
  15. Prostitutes here are pretty.
  16. Cafe con leche es muy bueno.


First 48

23 Jan

I had no idea that I would even have anything to write about before I even left the Eastern seaboard. Turns out there are plenty of things to rant about when you try to fly to a different country. Everyone said customs was the brutal part. That took two seconds. So you all lied to me. When I got to my terminal I was impressed by how smooth everything went. I met up with two of my fellow study abroaders and we were so ready to leave. Unfortunately we discovered our flight got pushed back half an hour but that was really no big deal in comparison to torture that came next.

We were all sitting on the plane waiting for take off and watching the entertaining video of the plane from an outside view that they had on all of the screens. I realized that we’ve been driving in circles around the tar mat for an awful long time and thats when I realized Dale Earnhart Jr was driving our plane.
We finally came to a stop and we were all watching the screen patiently to see the takeoff. All of a sudden on that little screen (that I used to think was really cool) we noticed there was smoke everywhere. My initial thought was that the plane was on fire and of course I began to plan my escape and scoped out which passengers seemed to be the weakest links I could take out for survival.

Turns out the plane wasn’t on fire but they had to de-ice our plane using giant hoses of salt and water… for two and a half hours…
Luckily there was free wine on the plane as seen with my delish dinner at midnight.
airplane food.
I arrived in Madrid over tired and slightly delirious but so excited to meet all the new people.

I got in the van to go to the hotel and “Call me Maybe” was on so I knew everything was going to be okay.