I know, I know! It’s May, and I’m writing about something that happened in April... I believe this is an instance where my British friends would tell me to stop being a “skiver” ... but I’m still very shaky on the meaning and usage of that...Anyways, Thursday... yes, LAST Thursday, my friend Anna took me to the Feria de Abril, a celebration of all things Andalusian, down at the Forum near Diagonal del Mar. It was AWESOME! Flamenco dresses were walking around everywhere, and people were dancing like there was no tomorrow! The amount of music was absolutely overwhelming! ...they even began stereo wars of tunes that could easily be compared to “campesino”... er... EDUCATIONAL! It really was an amazing time, and the more I walked around, the more I thought about friends back home who would die to get themselves into some of those dresses. You know who you are!
Hmm... I got mistaken for being German again, but I’ve come to terms with it. I would say it’s like getting in touch with my roots, but sadly... well, I’m not German. Haha! I had just told Anna that many people had been mistaking me for European, when a shop holder walked up and asked me if I was. I just slowly turned to my friend with a frustrated but humorous expression, and she crumpled up laughing! Good times =)
OH! this is random and a bit of an old story, but! I went to Mont Serrat with Anna to visit her family for the Pascua, (which was incredible!) and bought myself some chocolate up on the mountain. Now, the reason why, was because it’s made by the monks and is absolutely famous in this area. And what happened when I tried it? Why, thank you for asking! I put some in my mouth, and the words “my GOD!” escaped my lips. Yes, it tasted that divine. I pray I get the opportunity to bring some home as a offering of my gratitude, but Alas! I’m afraid I won’t get the opportunity to make the pilgrimage back again. Are you groaning yet? Because I can keep this up for a while!
Right, I’ll spare you... Toodles!
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