CHUPITOS!

I AM STARVING. Lunch isn’t for another 20 minutes and all I had for breakfast was an overly dry granola bar. When I bought the package of granola bars I thought it was the kind with a gooey center, but obviously my Spanish knowledge of granola bar descriptions has failed me.

Sorry this is probably not the reason you clicked on this link for. SO:

Friday I only went to the first hour of my four hours of class because I COULD NOT control how much I was coughing, it was starting to become distracting so I decided it would be in everyone’s best interest if I took the rest of the day off. On the way home I took a new route and was continually amazed on how I still haven’t seen even half of the main roads in Granada!

I ended up being too hungry to write anything else before lunch, so I’m continuing 8 hours later after dinner (Saturday night).

Like I said Friday afternoon was a bit of a bust, but Friday night I went out for shots and tapas with Greta and Taylor! In Spain they have a bar just for shots called a Chupiteria. A “chupito” is a shot in Spanish, and the chupiterias have hundreds of options! Each shot is one euro and they all have a range of “difficulty/alcohol content”, soft-medium-hard. We took one from each category and I didn’t notice the difference between “medium” and “hard”, but the soft one was very clearly the easiest J After shots we went to get tapas at a bar down the street, we were all THRILLED that the tapa was swish cheese and bread. I haven’t had any cheese since I’ve been here and I was having some serious Wisconsin withdrawals. I think the worst was when no one in my class had ever heard of a “cheese curd”…it pains my heart to know that they have never experienced the cheesy fried goodness. ANYWAYS I still was feeling a little sick after the bar so I headed home around 130am, which, once again, by Spanish times is about when the grandmas go to bed.

You get a card for every shot you take, they have different prizes for different amounts of cards!

Menu!

This morning (Saturday) I woke up around 10 and went to Zumba at the gym with my friends Ashley and Sharina. They both have memberships there and Ashley took me as her guest. Even though I was still feeling the effects of my cold, the energy there was insane! The Zumba instructor wore neon yellow socks and a bright red shirt, and an even brighter bandana. He danced on top of a small stage in the front of the large windowed room. In my opinion the Zumba class was a lot more intense than anything I’ve been to in the US, but that also could have been a combination of me being sick and not having an official workout in the past couple weeks (read: month). Afterwards we all talked and Ashley showed me where the church she attends is. I thought it would be ridiculous not to try out the church here at least once, religion plays such a large role in culture and I want to make sure I am absorbing all aspects of it while I’m here. I’ll keep you posted on how it all goes!

I've never seen so many classes offered at a gym!