Anyway, this weekend started out with a little bit of a scare, because we were 95% sure we missed the bus, while waiting at the bus station. I mean that sounds a little ridiculous, but I wouldn't put it past me and my friends, honestly. But turns out the bus just came late, we made it on the bus, and we actually got to ride on the deluxe bus which was reallly nice. A group of about 4 of us from API study abroad went to Almeria with Ryan's friend Christian, who studies in Granada but is from Almeria, so we were going to his house. It's kind of a long story but Ryan came to Almeria about 4 years ago for a spanish language exchange and he go to know christian and his friends in his town.
So we get to Almeria, and it seems like a decent size city, and thennn we drive about 45 minutes of out town, and arrive in what looks like rural mexico with nicer buildings.
Mexico or Spain?
So I'm thinking not exactly what I was expecting, but hey i'll take it. Turns out this is just a little farming town outside of Almeria, which is weird because the city was still built as if there was no room. This entire place was surrounded by miles of greenhouses, So I thought the farmers would have typical farm houses, but instead it was built like a city (small streets, 2 story townhouses, and very limited room). I guess that's just how the spaniards do it, seems a little weird, but it was actually cool being in a small town. At night we went out to the local bar, Morrison's, another Irish pub, because apparently spaniards just don't have cool bars? It was cool though because it seemed like everyone in this town was at morrisons, and i'm fairly certain it was the only place open in the town at that time. Same thing at lunch, we saw a few places to eat, but most people we're at my friend Christian's uncles' little tapas bar watching soccer.
The second night we went up with christian to his house up in the mountains. I use the word 'house' lightly, because again, i was thinking this would have to be like a cabin or something in the mountains, but no; it was still just a little pueblo up there wayyy on the mountain. Tiny little streets and houses, but it worked out there was enough room for us there, I made pretty good friends with Christians friends: Alberto, Gema, and Macarena (great name, I know). It was a little difficult, because none of the spaniards spoke english, so i had to try and get by with just spanish, pretty sure it worked out. Anyway, we hung out made dinner, drank a little bit and just had a good time up in the mountain village, I wish I had taken more pictures before I got up to the mountains, but only have a few to document it.
Our little mini-bottelon in the streets of Almeria with the
whole API group and christian (the spaniard who refuses
to smile).
