Fantastic weekend in Zaragoza with new "compañeros de trabajo" aka friends from work, followed by sad news from home.
Saturday night started out with tapas, then a "salsa dance," and ended up at a discoteca that played Spanish and American music. Unfortunately, the only Spanish music I knew was Shakira's. However, dancing is a universal language:) I do think my Spanish is better when I'm talking about food and music. Ordering a mixed drink is more difficult than I thought, but "una cerveza" is generally understood. I noticed that it is cheaper to order things separately (like a shot of rum and a bottle of coke) than it is to have the bartender mix it. I wonder if it is in the U.S....
Couldn't watch the super bowl sunday night, but I did experience a British futbol match at an Irish pub. I feel like I will be going there at least once a week because it's the only place I can really blend in, provided I don't open my mouth.
Bad news about the family dog Monday, and also less-than-perfect news about mi novio's potential cross-country move. It's weird how things seem less real an ocean away, but I still had to get my mind off things with some retail therapy yesterday. I swear I went in every store in Gran Casa, and found the cheapest, best bag at the very last one. Since I now have a bag in which my camera actually fits, I am ready to tour!
I was looking at Madrid for this weekend's trip, but the hostel I picked booked up since yesterday. I heard that paella, the traditional Spanish dish, originated in Valencia, which is on the (warmer) coast, so that is my likely destino. Found a hostel with a girls-only dorm, no bunk beds, free breakfast, and great reviews after 2 hours of surfing the website, and also a train ticket. I like spontaneity, but not TOO much. (Athens friends, feel free to laugh at this)
Travel tip: slower trains, or the bus = half the price of the high-speed trains, and let's be honest, you could probably use the 4 hours of sleep.
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