Back To The Grindstone

So after a really easy week at work and 11 or so wonderful days of leisure filled vacation, I had to go back to work. I don't really remember many details except that it was borring and extremely difficult to go back and that I was exhausted the whole week and every morning snoozed way too long before actually getting up. Monday morning was spent trying to go running after taking a whole week off and cleaning the house. As usual I had a lot of things I wanted to get done, but all I did was run and clean and get ready to go to work. Then after lunch I went to work and the Academy then had a little bit of time to practice guitar and then another class with Victor Perez, probably home, tv and bed.

Tuesday 25 March I slept in till the last minute to go to guitar, went, came back and ran and showerd. Then I went to Pepa´s and asked her how to make lentils and she told me and I went up and made them. they turned out pretty good and I was so proud of myself for cooking a real meal. I also had a craving for chicken ceaser salad and looked up a recipie for that on the internet. So that was my project for the morning till work in the afternoon with the kids. I talked to my dad a bit who could hear the complete chaos in the background. It went really long because all the parents were talking instead of picking up their kids, and then I had to talk to 2 of them because their sons are horrible. Then I rushed totally late to work with Carlos and Marta finished went home ate dinner, tv and crashed.

Wednesday I went to work and talked a lot with Michelle about our spring breaks and life. Things were pretty much the same except Jose Antonio came back from his 3 month trip to Africa and he rejoined out class which was also filled with the student teachers again. On the way home I went to all the stores and bought my sister a special birthday present. Then I came home and made my delicious chicken ceaser salad which was absolutely amazing and rested and watched Fama. Then I walked to the post office and mailed my sissy's package and from there went on my run. All my afternoon classes had cancelled on me so after my run I practiced guitar and then went to Nacho and Alicia's for class and dinner. That night we were having schwarmas, which I was really excited about. We stuffed ourselves of these giant schwarmas and french fries, but it was ok because I had only had salad that day for lunch and it was only my 4th schwarma since I have been back here in Granada. Then we watched Sin Tetas but Marina got sick and so Nacho took me home in the middle and I finished it at home. Then I went to bed.

Thursday I went to work and all was the same, except for this one girl Kate, who is from Nigeria asked me for my phone number. There are 2 Nigerian girls at my school, they both speak English, and their own language but little Spanish. So Kate asked me for help with some English/Spanish translating. The sad thing about these girls, and a lot of the immigrants in our school is that no one really knows what their past is. They don´t want to talk about their families. They even suspect they might have been rescued from a prostitution ring. So yeah, I was a little caught off guard and didn't give her my phone number but said I would be willing to help her at school, I was here Wednesday through Thursday. Then I went home and made another salad for lunch, went to guitar and then went running. After running I met up with my friend Jenny and had tapas, and then another schwarma! We hung out and talked for a long time. We have similar situations in several areas of life and around 12 I went home and went to bed.

Friday I woke up and went to work which I was so tired for. Then finally when it was over, I came home and ate something for lunch, watched Fama and then took a 2 hour nap. All my Friday classes had cancelled on me as well. So after my nap I went for my run, showered, cleaned up and got ready for Victor to come. He got off work later so he didn´t get here till much later. As usual he was exhausted and fell asleep after dinner with his parents. Since I was all dressed up with no place to go, I called Michelle to see what they all were doing. That Friday was la Fiesta de la Primavera, the Spring Party. To celebrate the arrival of Spring, someone organized a Macro Botellón. A botellón, big bottle, is when instead of going to a bar and paying for individual drinks, you buy bottles of your favorite drinks to mix and enjoy in the street with your friends. Before you could have a botellón anywhere in the city, but now its restricted to the open lot next to Hipercor, a big department store on the more outskirts of the city. So for the Macro Botellón, it started around 12 noon and included 17,000 people. I wasn't aware that it started so early, and got there around 12 midnight. Victor dropped me off and it took me a while to find Michelle and the group among 17,000 or so. I finally did and they were with Jenna's friend Emilio and his friends. It was a huge disgusting filth fest. The ground was covered with trash and slime from 12 hours of drinking and eating sunflower seeds and making due without any bathrooms. All in all and excellent time was had by all. We were there till around 4:30 or 5 and I finally went home. It was a long walk, and there were no taxis in sight. On the way home I almost got attacked by a black guy who was too drunk to catch up to me at a light jog and a Moroccan guy in a car. It was freaky but nothing serious. More serious was how bad I had to pee. At least nobody stole my boots, which is what happened to Michelle on her walk home. Then I finally made it home, peed and went to bed.

Saturday morning I slept in, obviously. I think I pretty much slept in so much that all I did was wake up, shower and go downstairs for lunch. Then after lunch we hung out for a bit resting and napping till I went to the grocery store. I bought stuff for a potluck that night where I decided to make a larger version of my fabulous chicken ceasar salad. So I talked on the phone to my mom for a bit, then went to work creating my salad work of art. It was delicious and huge. The Victor come upstaris and we had an important conversation. Then we went to the potluck and Jenny´s house. It was really fun, there were a lot of other Auxiliares there, Emilio's friends from Almería, and it was just really fun. We missed most of the good food because we got there late, but we got a full dose of drama, matchmaking and manipulation. We were there till 2 or so untill Jenny's roommate came home and got really angry when she wanted to sleep. Everyone loved my salad and it completely dissapeared. Then I left my dishes there and we went to Metro, a club near my hosue that is really good. We were there for a long time and then home and bed around 4 or 5. It was a really, really, fun, amazing night.

Sunday morning I woke up around 11 or so and stumbled around the house trying to wake up. I ate some breakfast and watched The Simpsons, which I was excited about because they were showing an extra hour of episodes, starting at 1. I had already seen it so I decided to shower instead of watching it. As I got out of the shower, Victor gave me a toque (ring once and hang up), which is usualy the signal to come down to eat. I thought that was wierd as it was 1:30 and Spanish people don´t eat before 2. So I continued getting ready. About 10 or 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang. To my suprise it was Victor saying it was time to eat. I was completely confused and asked why we were eating so early. He told me it was Daylight Savings and that it was actually almost 3 instead of almost 2. I knew about it, had known for about 2 weeks, and had completely forgotten. So I finished getting ready and went downstairs, where everyone had already started eating without me! I was pretty embarassed, but no one really cared. Then we did the typical Sunday routine of eating, nap, packing the suitcase and dinner at Nacho and Alicia's, and then Victor left, from what I remember. I was going to clean but didn't and watched TV until I went to bed fairly early as I was exhausted.