Espana Part 4.

Hola!

It's three in the afternoon over here, and I woke up an hour ago,
nice and peppy after a beautiful 10 hour sleep (I never get these kinds of sleeps
after partying anymore ...)
So, I had a fun night Friday, went to Barbol with one of Dads students, Havi,
and his friend whose name was uber hard to pronounce, and I actually can't
even remember what it started with, but anywho..
We stayed there for awhile, having shots with the bartender, and Havi's friend
paid for all my beers (i love drunken spaniards) and got quite a few free beers
because everyone here is friends with everyone, therefore people I go out with
are friends with bartenders, therefore I get free drinks...
After sitting around trying to speak a ridiculous combination of pseudo-English
and pseudo-Spanish, drunken Spanglish if you wish, we headed over to the
cowboy bar around the corner, and got more free drinks, and the bartender
let me go behind the bar and check out his music collection, it was fiiiine..
But the Spanglish started to bore me, so I headed home really early (1am) and
slept.
Got up yesterday and wandered about while the fam was in Alcazar (how do you
get the pronunciation Alcarath from Alcazar!?), went and did some emaily shit,
and had coffee with Ed. We talked about the fact that the highest taxed product
in Spain is condoms, and my last night in Australia, and scientology, twas great.
I went home, and then had a yummy dinner of ricotta stuffed mini capsicums,
yum yum yum, and got ready to go out, again.
I headed to Barbol at like, 11, and Ed and Stefan were late, so I sat at the bar,
drinking beers, talking to this guy (whose drunken friends told me sooooooo
many times, 'wapa, wapa!' 'you is b-oooo-teee-fal', wapa means beautiful in Spanish)
who was uber excited to speak English with me, and learning quite a bit whilst
working on helicopters in Germany (how do I meet such interesting people?).
So we talked about surfing, soccer, his wanting to go to Australia, and about his
sisters job as a magicians assistant, oh and tequila.. The bartender helped out
there by saying in Spanish to him, 'She drank a fuckload of tequila last weekend
and lost her ring twice ..' Yay!
Ed and Stefan finally showed up half an hour later and saved me from the throws
of WAPA WAPA, and we grabbed some more beers and headed out onto the patio.
They were in fine form after consuming some Cuban rum (yes, who knew ..) and
we sat outside for awhile, cringing everytime someone opened the door and
Rihanna or Lady Gaga came blasting out, 'PLEASE, DON'T STOP THE MUUUSIC!'.
But, Tocas Miracle came on, and I did have a bit of a dance and sing..
And made a video just to prove that an old eurotech song did play in a european club.
At about 1, after Rosalia and Alli came for a bit, we all headed to the cowboy bar,
and listened to a mix of ACDC, Spanish flamenco music and sixties soul, and danced ourselves
crazy.
Some old guy told Stefan to tell me I was the best dancer he'd ever seen, but he was very
drunk, and obviously hadn't seen many people dance.
I was just teaching Ed how to do the hip bang ..
And more, 'wapa, wapa'! I could take it as a compliment, but all of the guys saying are usually
really fucking pissed, so there vision could be failing them very easily haha.
And then the most amazing thing happened..
A little less conversation had just finished, and we were gearing up for the next song,
when ...
'dne dne dne, At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side, but then I spent so many night thinking how you did me wrong
and I grew strong, and I learnt how to carry on.. etc etc'
It was amazing, amazing, amazing, es stupendo, like, oh, just so beautiful.
I sung along to every last people, completely oblivious to Ed and Stefans laughs,
just enjoying the perfect moment that was that song.
It's funny how you remember the words to songs so much better when you're drunk..
So after a lot more dancing, and a lot more beers (my tolerance of beers is upping at
an extreme rate, I've been on 10 - 12 a night with few spirits in between ..) we decided
to call it a night at 4, coz Ed and Stefan had to trek back up to Stefans mountain house
5 km away, and I wanted to sleep..
So we said our goodbyes, and I got home, popped two Nurofen, drank a lot of water
and had an amazing ten hour sleep.

Again, I love life.

AND I LOVE SMOKING ROLLIES AGAIN! Wapa, wapa..