Only in Spain...

I haven't really shared any stories or memories on here yet, so here goes...hope you enjoy!
Nearly a month ago (wow!!!) I went to los Carnavales en Cadiz (Ka-deeth) with some friends and Discover Sevilla, a tourist agency here that works with and plans trips for college students and tourists in Sevilla. The closest thing that I can relate it to is a big huge college Halloween party in the streets where everyone is dressed up in ridiculously good or bad costumes getting shwasted--and yet, still continuing to drink. Except not everyone who's there was young, in fact at times I saw more older people than young ones. My friends and I unfortunately got sucked into the center of the city where all the drunken mayhem was going on and didn't have the greatest time that night. Little did all of us know that just like 1/4 of a mile down the main street were plays and spoofs of political and historical figures/events being put on. I heard that there were people dressed up as Obama, Hitler and the Chinese president (whose name I don't know) and that would've been fun to see, especially since everything was satirical and politically incorrect! haha

But our schedule for the night turned into visiting the different people who dressed in groups and getting pictures taken with them. My favorites were the cavemen, penguins, ducks, crazy rocker guys from Barcelona who wore plain white tees so that American girls could write their numbers on them...and Aladdin and Jasmine. Jasmine was really drunk and gave each of my friends a page that she tore out of paperback book--which was hilarious and I kept the page! haha

My most memorable and vivid memory of the night was when I was talking to this really nice college-aged guy from Brazil. He is in his last year at the University of Salamanca and if you can believe it or not, he's studying Economics! In just the few minutes I talked with him--in English in the beginning--we had a lot in common...and he was the first decent guy I had met at Carnaval and didn't seem to be drunk. However, just a few feet away from me my friends were getting harassed by a group of cows or something and they wanted to get away from them as fast as possible...but I didn't want to leave cause I was having a nice time talking with this guy. Unfortunately I had to tell him goodbye, but he still wanted to keep talking to me! Two of my friends then proceeded to drag me away from him and I remember him asking me in Spanish, "Pero, quieres hablar sobre la economia?" [Don't you want to talk about the economy?]. No, but you're cute, I thought. I responded with, "My friends want to go so I can't. Sorry!"

I will never forget yelling that out to this guy as he watched me be physically dragged away by my friends. It all happened in slow motion too so that made it even harder to break away, but it made for an awesome memory. I didn't see him again that night and probably won't ever see him again. If I'm meant to run into him again I will, but if not, then God's got something else in store.

Time is flying by here in Spain, but I am enjoying every second I can. I hope to have so many more of these "Only in Spain" moments and be able pull them out whenever I am missing Sevilla.