So, everyone´s just chillin´ right now because it is siesta- the mid-day nap time in Spain. Gotta love that.
Last night was nuts. First, I was supposed to go out with these three girls from the CEA group that live in the apartment on the first floor of my building. I went out in front of the building to meet them at 11 like planned, but they weren´t there. So me, being fearless because they told me Alicante was safe, I walked the four blocks over in front of the marina to the payphone to try to call them on one of the girls cells. No answer. (Yeah I know, that shit is fucking shady as hell.) So I start walking back, on a different street to get home quicker, and these five Swedish drunk assholes approach me from behind. One guy grabbed my left arm and another grabbed my right and they were laughing and asking me questions in Spanish and swedish. (I know, right? How goofy and RANDOM is that shit.) It wasn´t TOO scary until they wouldn´t let my arms go and started to try to pull me down the other street, which was darker and had way less people on it. There were like 50 people around and a couple asked if I was alright, and I was like, NO, AYUDAME (spanish for help me)- but these guys kept saying I was joking. So finally, I elbowed the SHIT out of the guy on my right, and took off running. Then I got lost. Ugh. I finally came back to the flat in fucking tears, and I couldn´t really explain what happened too well, but they got the point. María and José Sr told me that Alicante is fine during the day, but on the weekends at night, don´t go ANYWHERE alone because people are drunk and nuts. I´m like, yeah, tell me about it. Ugh- so fucking embarrassing. I´m a damn kickboxer for crying out loud. But there was a whole group, and these guys were tall and strong- and I couldn´t understand them. Its a lot scarier when you don´t speak the language.....
Anyway, so after I calmed down, I called my current roommate, Nick, and he came back to bring me out with a bunch of people from his group. I met a couple chicks and a couple guys from Iowa who were really cool. We went to like 4 pubs (not staying long at any of em), then went to the ¨barrio¨ which is a place where all the locals hang out- and there are shitloads of little clubs. We went to like 2- which were cool. Then we walked over to the beach were there was a huge concert going on, and then we went to el puerto (which kinda looked like coco walk in miami, but on a huge pier and more clubs). Al puerto, we went to like 3 clubs, and then we were all exhausted. LOL- its insane here. No one ever sleeps! Me and Nick walked the mile home, and I called mi amor, Pedro, on the way. The sun was about up when I went to sleep. It was crazy.
From my shoes, I have blisters/cuts on the tops of my feet. María put iodine on them for me. She also took me today to see where my bus stop is to get to school, and also to buy a hairdryer. I don´t think my diffuser will fit on it, but it came with one, so it´s cool. She´s cool. I´m trying really hard to figure out what she´s saying and trying really hard to speak back. I´m forgetting all my verbs when I need them the most! Ah well, I´m positive it will be aight- its just frustrating. So much to get used to.
Lord, give me strength.
Holla back soon, guys.
Kelly