oh julita.
So this past puente (long weekend), I went to Sevilla to see Julie Ann. Well, let's just say that it was an adventure. The flight and everything was great. I took a cab to her apartment which she recommended, and it cost me 25 Euros. Needless to say, I was a little frustrated. But, whatever. I got there faster. Well, we went and got pizza and then met her friend Beth who is awesome. Later that night, we went to see the movie "The Holiday" or "Vacaciones" en español. It was really Christmas-y, so I clearly liked it. Before the movie, we met Beth and her friend Luis at McDonalds and had an interesting conversation. Essentially, he asked me loaded questions like, "What do you think about Spaniards?" and "What do you think about Spanish girls?" So I avoided them. For the second one, I just said that the mullet is a very different hairstyle than I see in the United States and I'm not a huge fan. So he turns to Julie Ann and tells her that her hairstyle is the kind old women wear in Spain. So she left the table, and I just sat there, perplexed (and slightly reminded of the time I made her leave the table at Hero House... good times). After the movie, which JA and I loved, Luis was like, "Ugh, it was so American. All those American movies have happy endings." I bit my tongue. Since when could people get snobby about Spanish cinema? I just smiled at JA, knowing that I am right and he is very, very wrong. We went home and ordered Chinese. I asked JA to order me soy sauce which she didn't. Her excuse was, "I didn't know how to say it." I just let it slide because, to be honest, it's hard being so good at Spanish. Umm, wait. The next day we just walked around the center of the city and did some shopping and hung out. We bought Elf at El Corte Ingles, which made us incredibly excited. As we were walking, trying to find a bank for JA, we found this world grocery store with Dr. Pepper in the window. Clearly, we went inside. They. had. Aunt. Jemima. pancakes. So, we bought them. And syrup. And cookie mix. We planned on having the cookies and pancakes that night. But, when we went home, our plans changed. We started making the cookies and ate about half of the cookie mix. Then we watched Elf. When Will Farrell starts eating the spaghetti with syrup and sprinkles, we both looked at each other and said, "Let's not do pancakes tonight." So, we went to the grocery store and bought lunch meat, pizzas, Coke, and pasta. And that's what we ate. We made the rest of the cookies and served them to the 5 other people staying in the apartment that night, 4 of whom do not actually live there. Go figure. But, Leila and her friend Faye came and joined us and we all ate together. Then, they left to go see flamenco and JA and I... watched another movie. This time, it was the one with Meryl Streep and Uma Thurman where Uma dates her psychiatrist's son who is 13 years younger than her. Gross. Then, we went to sleep. It was a great night. The next day, JA and I woke up relatively early and got on the train to go to Cordoba. I found out that I would have to leave Saturday instead of Sunday, which was incredibly annoying. Of course, I stormed out of the ticket office mumbling about how much I hate Spain. But, we got to Cordoba and realized that we had 8.5 hours until our train left. So, we looked for McDonalds. Along the way, we found some stuff that tourists came to see. But, we didn't feel like paying to get in, so we went to get a McFlurry. Only, the problem was that we looked for about 3 hours until we found one. And it was in a sketchy mall. Ugh. While we were standing at this one fountain, I tried to ask a man to take a picture for us. But, he had no reaction to me calling for him, and he just kept staring of distantly. He was wearing Armani glasses and a suit, so I figured he was a normal, non-threatening Spaniard. Well, 5 seconds after I called for him, he walked over and asked us if we spoke Spanish. We said yes, and he talked incredibly quickly for about 30 seconds about how hard it is for him to come to Spanish sights and want to explain their significance to people and not be able to because they don't understand Spanish. Clearly, I didn't know what the crap he said, so I smiled and nodded until he walked away. Then I laughed. So, because we were really frugal all day, we paid 14 Euros to go to the circus. We knew we were in for a treat when the man selling balloon animals before the circus did not have front teeth. We went in, and it was like we were in a bad movie. The show started with a woman dressed like a hooker spinning plates on sticks. Except, she stuck the stick in a hole on the bottom of the plate. Awesome. Then, two girls in THONGS came out and did some gymnastic thing. I was like, umm no wonder sex isn't a big deal here. Then, some dogs came out and played soccer with balloons. So, these dogs are playing soccer and one of the goalie dogs just squats and poops. On the floor. During the game. JA and I LOST IT! It was absolutely hilarious. Then, a fat man did gymnastic feats that seemed impossible for his portly body. And then we left. And it was cold. And we got home, finally made pancakes, watched the movie "In Good Company" and went to bed. It was, needless to say, an amazing weekend. Oh yeah, my train ride was 8.5 hours. And a woman passed out. That's all. I come home in 5 days. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
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