Sunday is my new favorite day. I have been in my bed all day, except for lunch and a shower and I think I will stay here until I go to sleep, leaving only for dinner. On Sundays, the Spanish sleep very late (2pm) and absolutely nothing is open. Lots of people go to Church in the evening -- even I might be Catholic if the churches in the US looked as beautiful and ornate as the cathedrals here. (That's actually a total lie, but the point is that the cathedrals, and pretty much every other building too, are incredible.) Besides mass, it seems like most granadinos just stay at home. My host father (Rafa) went to visit his grandsons and pick olives to make olive oil. That's how adorable he is.
Yesterday we went for a 11km hike (about 6.6 miles) in La Alpujarra which is a national park in the Sierra Nevadas. It was beautiful, but the drive there had so many switchbacks, I was constantly afraid the huge bus we were on would topple off the road. A stray dog (whom we named Blanco because he was black -- haha irony in Spanish!) followed us all the way over the mountain and helped lead the way. We thought about stealing him and buying a flute and going to the caves in the hills to join the hippies, but decided against it. After a short rest, my friends and I went out bar hopping (we hit 4 I think?), and enjoyed free sandwiches, free beers (what can we say? bartenders like us...) and caramel liquor shots all around. Que buena!
Tomorrow we are going on a scavenger hunt and my roommate and I are going to go to the supermercado to buy some snacks to keep in our house. Keep your eyes peeled for updates on Spanish grocery shopping.
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Amanda. Your first statement is a lie. Sunday, god's day, has always been your favorite day.
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