But…. i don’t see the point of only being on tumblr to re-blog what a handful of people post and thats it. Gotta think of something else to put, without just rambling about parties here in spain, cause they never sound as good as they really were when you write them.
Recap of last few days: Tuesday night, foam party in Benicassim with 70 of the erasmus kids. Regretting the decision to take off my shirt. Facebook is the devil. Yesterday (wednesday) sleeping, studying, hydrating, spin class. Today: Studying until 3 then day party that will turn into a night/morning party. Tomorrow. Final exam. What am i doing with my life?
Good times here in Spain, y’all. My Spanish face will be back in the states in 2 weeks! x
Ever have those days where you wish it was just rainy and cloudy outside instead of sunny and perfect because you don’t feel like leaving your room? That is me, today. So tired and I didn’t even party this weekend. I think my body is finally feeling the effects of 4 months of partying and can’t take anymore. Speaking of partying. Last entry I left off with the beginning of Magdalena week.
Where i live, in Castellón, every year in the last week of March there is a 8 day long festival here in the city, filled with fireworks (more like just bombs going off), parades, confetti wars, a carnival, concerts, raves, tapas, nightly dance parties in all the plazas, dance competitions, a 5 mile walk up a mountain to see a church, no sleep and drinking your weight in alcohol, every.single.day. I never really got the history of this festival or why it takes place, but i wasn’t really worried about it. Those 8 days were incredible. Every morning, woke up at about 12, got ready. Went to watch whatever parade was going on. Did a little day drinking. Cooked food. Walked around then began the nights festivities of whatever was going on that night. Most nights we went to Plaza de St. Maria Augustina where there was a DJ until 5 am every night and loads of people dancing and drinking. Other days, we went to parks for BBQs for the day. Walked on the beach, and basically did anything to keep our minds off of how tired we were.
for 8 days I got 30 hours of sleep. You do the math. Needless to say all and all it was a success. I lost my phone, my camera, my dignity (again). My friend had to have the ambulance called because she was saying the words. “sandwhich…cerveza… alfredo…” for about an hour and throwing up at the same. But. We survived. By the end my body and liver were begging for a sleep and water. Sunday morning, the last day of Magdalena I woke up on my friends couch and decided to walk home. On my 15 minute walk home. I puked 3 times. Once i got home, took a shower. Puked 2 more times and slept for 2 hours. Woke up. Puked. Watched a movie. Took a sip of water. And puked again. It was the mother of all hangovers and i deserved every minute of it. Magdalena was one of the craziest parties i’ve ever seen. The whole city shut down just to have a week long party. Classes were cancelled. Grandparents and little kids were out until 3 am. Nothing was off limits. Needless to say, after, I was exhausted. And honestly, i don’t think my body has recovered fully.
Theres so much more i could write about Magdalena week, but honestly, its all kind of a blurrr of fun. Fun times, with fantastic people from all over the world. Definitely something I will never forget. x
So, like I figured this would end up, I’ve neglected this blog for pretty much most of the time i’ve been here in Spain. But, what can I say? I’ve been having too much fun to blog about it. So now you’re (all 5 of you) going to get a recap of the last 3-4 months. I’ll try to cut it down to the readers digest version. X
- side note: Over the past few months i’ve gotten to know some of the people here soooo much better. Its amazing what knowing another language can do to bring people from all over the world together. I feel truly blessed to have the opportunity to have made the friends I have here. Friends who, i hope, to have for the rest of my life given the wonderful world of facebook, skype blah blah blah. Spain has been a lot about partying but even more about making friends. No matter how cheesy that sounds. As far as adventures in slamberland there have been bastante (enough)
To begin: There were a lot of parties and stuff but i think the beginning of the end so to speak was Carnaval in Vinaroz. We all dressed in costumes and drove about an hour up the coast to part all night and see thousands of people drunk in costumes walking through 100s of tents with different music and booze dancing and having a blast. I spent most of the time being lost from my friends, but not really caring. T’was swell. To end the night/morning we got a Kebab (best Kebab of my life) at about 7 and then drove home. Perfection.
Next up, Día de San Patricio aka St. Patty’s day. Lucky for me there’s a group of irish folk here that were more than willing to start drinking at 11 AM and make a proper patty’s day celebration. As per usual with erasmus we began with shots, face painting, body writing, more shots and a very wise decision to hop train to Valencia to find a legit Irish Pub. Def think the train ride was the best part of the whole day. Everyone was being super drunk and ridiculous, but Bérenger (french guy, not that it matters) was the worst/best stole a broom and was sweeping and singing and crawling over everything.
Beginning of the day
& the end.
All in all it was a fantastic day, and ended it with a birthday party back in Castellón as well as some dancing until 7 AM. This is when my body started hating me.
A mere two days later, 50 erasmus hopped onto a bus and headed back to Valencia for fiesta de Las Fallas! Basically means party of fire. There is a lot of history behind i’m sure, but what i saw were a) people drinking a lot b) awesome, very detailed and complicated floats, c) those same wonderful floats being lit on fire at the end of the night. Throughout the day we walked around seeing the parades that were being held, drank, sang, danced and then watched as the floats got set ablaze. I ended up getting lost for a bit during this festival as well. Loads of people + me drunk + having to pee every 30 minutes = me getting lost. That night my roomie had somehow organized for all of us to get into this huuuge discoteca that had a outrageous cover charge, for free. Gracias Victor! So in we went. By this time (3AM) half the people were falling asleep, almost half making out and the rest dancin’. Ended up meeting a really nice guy that lives in Madrid and what I thought was just a random acquaintance as turned into actual friendship. Life is fun.
awesome float (pre-burning) My friends.
Next up is Magdalena. That week could have its own blog. So until tomorrow.
I haven’t posted much on this blog, and it doesn’t really matter because i have one follower, so this one is for you Jen :P… This past week every day we had ERASMUS information sessions (Erasmus is this european exchange student program where european governments help out college students study in other countries in Europe, not fair). Anyway, Wednesday we had a session and afterwards a little meet and greet for all the erasmus students, i had already met a lot of them, but then met a few more people who were really nice. Its unreal that i haven’t met one person I don’t like here. This girl Marianna from Germany is hilarious.
Wednesday night I felt like a true European, went on Victors vespa to meet with a large group of people for some tapas and cervesas, after a few hours of eating, drinking and talking we all went to this Australian bar called Wallaby’s and danced the night away to popular music from the U.S. that came out 6 months ago, but is really popular here. Idk. I met a guy named Bruno who was about 35 and kept buying me beer and then bought me a keychain. Random things always happen to me and i love it.
Thursday day i went for a run through the city, met up with a girl from Philly named Amber. She. Is. Great. We’re a lot of like which is kind of weird considering having the same name and all. But anyway, had lunch (paella Mmmmmmm) then walked around, i got a spanish phone! My number is 633 75 26 90. Call on me. After doing all that we went to a dinner/birthday party for a girl from Austria, and her Italian roommate made spaghetti and tira misu. DELISH. Oh and we played spanish tabú which i failed miserably at.
Thursday night is Etero night for the erasmus, which is a huge dance club in Castellón. All of the students of the college go there and dance for HOURS. I’m not making this sound as fun as it was, but yeahh we danced from midnight to about 5 AM nonstop and i made this guy Rúben from Italy promise to take me to Cinque Terra where he supposedly has a house. Who knows. Moving on.
Friday (yesterday) - went to the beach with Victor and Sandra and ran into some other erasmus girls from France so talked to them for a bit in our broken spanish. After the beach went a guy named Fabio’s house for crepes made by his french roommate. Best part about all these people from everywhere being here is the food. Ridiculous. Anyway the crepes were amazing, and good/hilarious conversations were had with my new friend Alejandro who has lived in the U.S. before and i’m pretty sure is more American than me. After fiesta de crepes we all went to the usual spot, pub terra. It was kind of dead but we made do for a while then decided to go to Etero again. Another night dancing until 5 in the morning.
Today its 67 degrees and beautiful here in Castellon and i need to get off here to get ready to go to the beach. I am in a place of complete BLISS. So so blessed to be having this experience and meeting all these amazing people. I promise this blog will get better and have more pictures instead of me writing my daily happenings, but i forgot my USB cord for my camera. Soon i will fix that.
5 am thursday morning I woke up in Tulsa, Oklahoma after going to bed at about 1:30, off to the airport by 6 and on the plane by 7:15, the next twenty hours are kind of a blur. I don’t even know if it was twenty hours, but i’m sure it was if not more. Made it in Boston by 12:30 had a 5 hour layover, so got lunch a bloody mary and was feeling not so nervous. Went through another security check, then finally boarded the airfrance flight at about 5:30 Boston time and for the next 7 hours I watched three movies and maybe slept for an hour. No bueno. Got to Paris, took a bus, stood in line then walked a mile through the airport to get to my terminal, went through another security check, sat down and was almost asleep when a french TSA type of guy came and woke me up to take a survey. then about 10 AM paris & spain time i got on the plane and slept for the next two hours until arriving to Valencia, Spain and meeting Victor, one of my new roommates who kindly offered to pick me up instead of making me wait for the train and use my tired brain. This might sound like i’m complaining, but i’m not. It was all wonderful and awful at the same time. right now, I just woke up from a four hour nap, took a shower, failed at speaking spanish to all my roommates, and am now getting ready to go out for a drink…even though we won’t leave the apt until about midnight. Anyone who bothers to read this, send your good vibes to me that I can miraculously pick up being fluent in spanish in the next week. Only one of my 3 roommates speaks english and…..well, yeah. Adios!
p.s. my room is smaller than some people’s walk-in closet.
I’ve officially been on break for too long. I’ve gotten accustomed to the life of staying up until 3 or later and sleeping until 1, just to wake up, eat, workout, watch a movie, and do it all over again. Lately my insomnia has been caused by the thoughts and creation of future events to take place while i’m in Spain. I do this knowing that nothing will end up how I play it out in my head. How wonderful is that? The unknown. Anyway, the creation of this blog spurs from my upcoming 6 months adventure in Spain. I’m going to do my best to keep family and friends updated via this blog about all my adventures during my time there. Hopefully it won’t be too boring and maybe even enjoyable. Pictures should help.