Feb 9th – Day of Crazy Shenanigans

Sleeping most of the day, once I finally woke up and got dressed it was 3pm. Victoria and I were meeting to go by the post office (which was closed the rest of the day) and to get gelato. We mainly walked around the streets and hung out…then we left and went to go have siesta and dinner at our host homes. After getting ready, I met up with Victoria, Teresa and Dominique to go out that night. We went to a restaurant to have tapas, which we found out that this was one that doesn’t serve tapas. Then we walked toward Mazo’s but ran into some of our other friends Beth and Tiffany, who always have funny stories to tell from that day. Then Teresa’s Spanish boyfriend called and asked if we wanted to come by to say hello and have a couple of drinks. We didn’t want her to go alone so we went along with it. Tiffany and Beth said they would meet us later at Can-Can. The boyfriend’s name is Cesar and his roommate is Alex. They were nice but it was still awkward and after an hour we wanted to leave. But since they were canoodling, we didn’t want to be party-poopers. Finally we got everyone out the door and we walked back down to the Can-Can. By time we got there, it was 3am and there were tons of people in and out of the discothèques. Tiffany and Beth ran up to us as well as our friends from other schools to fill us in on the shenanigans that occurred before we came. One of our friends Jenny, from Auburn, was hammered again and the jefe (the owner) told them that she needed to go home. They tried to wait with her at the bus stop and she was getting obnoxious and puking everywhere. The cops came by and picked her up…uh oh. Not good. The police in Spain will leave you alone unless you attract too much attention or they feel that they need to intervene. Meanwhile, Tiffany and Beth came to Can-Can and see this big American guy pushing one of the bouncers around. The bouncer punched him in the face so then the American started throwing punches and knocked the bouncer down. He kept on wailing on the bouncer until the other bouncers came and held him back telling him to calm down. Then the beat-up bouncer stood back up and started wailing on the American. Tiffany got in between the two and told them to stop. She grabbed the American and told them that he was calm and they need to tell the other bouncer to cool out. She pointed out who the guy was…oh my gosh, it’s Elliot from Arizona! I asked him if he was okay, and he was too drunk to really answer but he knew it was me talking to him. His hand was swollen and he had a couple of marks on his face where he got hit. Geez. We aren’t here for like two seconds and everyone looses their minds! Trevor helped sit him up and walked him home. By about 4:35am, I wanted to go home and I would be able to make the bus. But the bus never came, and I was by myself. Ugh…so I got a taxi (again!!) and went home. Sometimes I wish I didn’t live so far away where I cannot walk home.