La Chica Culturada :)

Well, I have officially knocked off my tenth city in Spain and feel all too cultured:
-Madrid
-Alicante
-Segovia
-Avila
-Barcelona
-Toledo
-Valencia
-Altea
-Benidorm
-Granada

Are you proud? Four of them were in the last week... I am running out of things to say because I suck at keeping up with this blog, but rest assured I have seen plenty.
About a week and a half ago a friend of a friend arrived, which commenced one of the craziest weekends in Spain. We saw Palmeral and the beach and the castle and elsewhere with her, but the best explanation is that three nights in a row people got split up---staying in hostels in our own city, going to gay bars and free shots, getting a job and ripping pants, and of course just plain having fun. So much fun that Jackie and her didn't make it out of bed to hop the train to Valencia...

It's hard to believe that 30 years ago mamasita was studying here in Spain (in Valencia) and a week ago I was standing in her path, in the doorway to the University, and in the history she saw decades ago, the same history. It was a good trip, and it's hard to believe that we saw literally everything in Valencia and had time for a 3 course Paella lunch in our 6 hours there! But we're starting believe we are crummy tourists, hehe. In any case, possibly the most gorgeous city in all of Spain.

Altea and Benidorm were covered last week with Alvin before he left to return to London (I refuse to say any more about it or dwell). And This weekend was Granada. The best slogan to represent the trip: "All's Well that Ends Well"... Bad idea to jump the 2:30am bus to Granada, with Morrocans bothering us and keeping us from sleep. Bad start at the hostel too. But after all of that, we saw the Alhambra, the Cathedral and Chapel (and where Isabel/Fernando were buried, if you have any clue who they are and how amazingly famous they are in Spain!) I got my Granada Tapas and saw my Granada things, and we even got to see spectacles---after a LONG siesta we left to explore and ran smack dab into the middle of a procession for Semana Santa outside the door of the hostel! Very neat... as well as the authentic Flamenco, in it's birthplace as well---so believe me when I say I am cultured :)

I can't believe in 4 days my entire life's dream will be over. That is another thing I am not willing to talk about right now.

Tomorrow we are going to see a movie that was filmed here in Alicante!
That's it for the update, give me time. Sorry I'm a lame blogger.