More Wierdest Weekend Ever

So Saturday on my way home from my long walk Pepa called me and asked if I wanted to come by and eat macaronis for lunch. Thinking to myself if I wanted to cook and eat alone or have a delicious meal prepared for me and eat it with people I stopped by the 7th floor. As I got there she ran out the door and told me to watch the babies because Raul had forgotten his cell phone and she was going to take it to him. So I started babysitting right away, playing with Nachete and Marina. Then we ate a yummy lunch and put the kids down for their naps. Then I used the computer for a bit and left to take my own nap upstairs but my dad called me and we talked instead. I also talked to Victor in Italy. Then I went downstairs to tell Pepa that Victor had called and was fine per request, played some more with the kids and then brought the computer up to my room. As I mentioned the temperature was amazing all weekend and so after a shower, I went out on my balcony and updated my blog from there. I am really blown away by the views from my appartment and need to take advantage of it more. So I was blogging till Adri came home and I decided to make dinner and get ready. That night he was going to perform in a salsa show and since I had zero plans I was going to watch him. I had sent out a bunch of text messages trying to get people to come with me, but I only got 1 no and 1 probably not back. What a waste... So after dinner and dropping the computer back by downstairs we went out. I thought the show started at 11, but the doors opened at 11 so when we got there at quarter till it was empty except for 2 girls who had also came early with the DJ. Their namew were Lucy from London and Emelie from Sweeden and they became my new best friends for the night. We hung out and talked while people started coming and till the shows. The only music they were playing was salsa music, which requires certain steps, and since it is physiologically impossible for me to dance normally, when there is somethign you are actually supposed to do I´m a lost cause. It also requires a partener, so the three of us just talked, as best we could in the loud music, watched the two shows and then I went home around 2:30. Adri´s salsa group was the opened and it was pretty good and the second group was amazing. It was hard to see though... So then at home I went to bed.

Sunday morning I woke up to go on a walk with Pepa and Emilio and their friend Paco. First we all took a bus up to the Albayzin. In the bus, Emilio bought a bus card, which makes each trip a little cheaper, and put like 15 € on it. Then he gave it to me. I explained to him that I didn´t need a card, (they cost 2€ themselves), I already had one, (The one that Pepa bought and gave me at the beginning of the year) and that he should use it because he always takes the bus. As usual, he didn´t listen, so no I have 2. Then we went to Casa Pasteles and had breakfast. I didn´t really want anything but they made me order something. The toast and orange juice I ordered came out way later than their coffees and was way huger than I expected so I was eating for a good while as they all just looked at me. Then them made some comment about what a good eater I was, when I didn´t even want breakfast in the first place. Then we all walked down and Paco had to leave and the 3 of us took the bus to La Alhambra. There is a part you can get into for free, and we went there to the Palacio de Carlos V to visit some art exhibits there. We got in free because they were from Granada and I didn´t open my mouth, per request and looked at the art. It was pretty cool and then we stopped by the parador, a fancy hotel in a lot of cities in Spain that are state run and kind of like monuments. Then we walked down and had lunch, a delicious menu of garlic soup, asparagus scramble, and a St. Jacob -- cheese and ham filled pork breaded and fried. I also tried fried chicken blood. Apparently that is a food here. Then I took the computer up to my house and blogged on my balcony untill it was time to go to church. I had invited Pepa and Emilio to go with me during lunch, but Pepa had to go visit her mom and Emilio talked to me for the rest of the meal about why he doesn´t go to church. I was actually pretty frustrated and upset with the whole situation and still am struggling with the whole church and Spain issue. But anyway I dropped the computer back by and went to church. The night service which I had never been to was pretty relaxed. It was nice because it wasn´t so crowed, there were a lot less people, but the message was pretty whack as usual. This time the pastora, or pastor´s wife preached about growing in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The idea was definitely based on a scripture but I´m not sure where all her examples of incorrect growing came from. I also just think that lady is a little nutzo. One nice thing was that I was able to chat with my friends Courtney and Miguel for a bit afterwards. Usually they are so busy in the morning I just barely say hi before they have to run off. I know these people from the last time I was here in Spain, Miguel is from Granada and Courtney was there as a missionary when I was there. They announced their engagement last Sunday. Then after chruch I came home and cleaned the house since no one was home. The girls came home near the end, and then we ate dinner and watched tv till I went to bed.