Clubs, Parties and New People

So this weekend (Thursday to be exact) I went for the first time to the largest discoteca in Madrid: Kapital. It has 7 floors of different musics and atmospheres, and is open from around midnight to 5:30 or 6 in the morning. My friends Kati, Maria and I met at around 11:45, decided it was too early to go to Kapital (no one was in there yet) and bought ourselves some cafe and churros con chocolate. While I was waiting for the two ladies to arrive, I was inside the Metro. It was the weekend of Carneval, so a bunch of young people about my age were hanging out waiting for their friends too. They were all in costumes: Sandy and Danny from Grease, Cleopatra, a Flapper, etc. and at one point they asked me to take a picture. I happily agreed, but when I got around to taking the picture, I came upon the awkwardness of different cultures. In the US we either count to three, or say cheese when taking a photo, but I had no idea what the Spaniards say when doing so. So, I asked them their advice, telling them our customs in the US and asking theirs in Spain. All agreed and told me when they take photos, they say "patatas" aka potatoes. Isn't that interesting. I was very proud to have had such an interaction with Spanish youth.

Now, back to Kapital, so we went in at around 12:30 I think, and we had free passes to get in which include 1 drink as well. Some of our friends at IES are promoters for the club and can get us these passes every weekend (score!). So us three girls (Maria, Kati and I) went up to the lounge area to chill and wait for the club to get crowded. We decided to get our free drinks, and after much debate, I chose a Cosmopolitan. Now, this was my first legal mixed drink, and the moment I sipped it, I coughed it was sooo strong! Apparently in Spain, they put in like 2-3 shots worth of Alcohol in mixed drinks instead of the typical 1-2 in the US. Let's just say it took me way longer than my friends to finish. We were all surprised because the other two had gotten long island iced teas because of their known potency, but mine turned out to be stronger. Now, I know to order a long island, and they know to order a cosmo! So, we had a jolly good time dancing in the club, switching from the techno floor with the weird dancers on stage, to the hip-hop floor. At about 3:30am, when I was getting pretty ready to leave, my roommate called me in a panic because she couldn't find her keys. I was going to take the bus and be another hour later, but she asked if she could pay for my taxi home. How could I refuse? So, I took a taxi home, and although she misplaced her keys, she found them after being in our apartment for 5 or 10 minutes and let me know of her great discovery. I arrived home at about 4am and decided it was a good time to call Ian since I knew he would be awake. He was unfortunately busy, so I went to bed and fell asleep around 4:45 or 5am. 

The next day, I woke up at 2:30pm!!! I was shocked. Nothing more really happened Friday, I went out to Hard Rock Cafe with Meghan, Laura, Seema, Talla (Seema's sister who was visiting from Granada), Laura's roommate, and Liz. It was really fun, and the cheeseburger I got was so good, and so worth the 11 Euros I paid for it. Also, the cappuccino was also totally worth it for 2 Euros.

So Saturday, I hung out around the house for a while and eventually went out to the parade for Carneval. It was so funny! I forgot my camera (silly me), but it was fun to watch the movie star look-a-likes and other fun costumes. There were some really cool costumes for people on stilts, but it was a pretty small "parade." On my way to the Metro to get to the parade, I somehow randomly started talking to this guy. He asked me if I was Russian and where I was from, and when I told him no, not Russian, I'm from the US, he responded by telling me he was Mormon. So I thought "ok, this is random, what does you being Mormon have to do with me being from the US?". So then he asks me if I know Salt Lake City, Utah, of course, and asks a few other random questions and we talk about more random things. Then he suddenly says to me, you should go to the farmacia and get a cream for your herpes, I was at first very confused, then realized that he must have thought my split side of my lip and scab on my face were from herpes not the cold and acne respectively. It was pretty funny. He asked me to guess his age and I said 35 (I was being nice), but he was actually 38. He asked me how old I was (20) and told me I looked like an old girlfriend or something. Then he asked what I was doing walking alone and I said I was meeting my friends Then he asked what i was doing later and I said talking to my boyfriend. And as soon as I say the word boyfriend he like jumped and said he was very sorry and he thought I was single and why was I walking down the street by myself if I was single. So I told him (again) I was meeting friends for the carneval parade, and he asked if I knew where I was going, and I tried to communicate that yes, I knew where I was going thank you, but apparently he didn't understand, and so walked me to the gate of the Metro. While walking to the gate, he asked my name and I asked his, his name was Manuel. When we were at the gate, he asked if I wanted to meet for coffee sometimes and just talk "no sexo solamente hablamos (No sex, just talking)." I kindly refused his generous offer stating that I have an intercambio (language exchange) already with a university student. He seemed pretty bummed. It was probably one of the funniest moments of my weekend.

Sunday I got to go to church. It was phenomenal the way I felt met in worship. I fell asleep during the sermon part, so I didn't really understand what was going on, but they post them on the web so I'm going to go back and listen again when I'm a bit more alert. I could tell from the pastor's accent that he was bilingual, and that his primary language was English because of his accent. I went up to him after the service and introduced myself and he introduced me to some people around my age. There was Ian and his wife, and a few other people, but I only remember Ian's name. I plan to go back next weekend with stronger coffee to keep me awake, and Ian invited me to sit with them, and offered to help me if I was having issues. People seemed really nice, and I really liked it. The worship was contemporary, and we sang God of this City translated into Spanish, and a couple other songs I really liked, but don't know the names of. The church's name is Betel, and it's about an hour away by Metro, but I brought along Good News About Injustice and read the whole way, and it was pretty smooth. I actually heard about it from Urbana, and it turned out to be great! Also, my friend Erin wants to come next week, so that's really exciting!!! It would be great to have someone to go with every week.

Anyway, that's about all I have from this weekend, it was kind of a crazy blur of time, and I'm glad I get to rest a bit today. Tonight I also get to do my cooking class, where I get to learn how to make tortilla Española, Flan, and some other great dishes, I'm really excited! I have a feeling this week is going to be good, and I go to Salamanca this weekend! Also, I'll hopefully get some of those travel plans set for Spring break and my week with Ian! Yay!!