Sunday, February 3, 2008

Everyday Sevilla

"WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION"

Hopefully I can consistently update this blog weekly for you all. This past week has be very eventful to say the least. Classes have started and are fully underway. Add/drop ended on Friday -- so my current lineup includes:
:History of Flamenco
:International Marketing
:History of Spain
:International Business

Pictures from Universidad de Pablo de Olavide.

I absolutely love my business teacher, aka "Nano." He's smart, edgy, hilarious and a big fan of bars in sevilla. He has already steered us away from the tourist bars and turns us onto great new bars and clubs and hotspots for partying throughout the city. I can't understand anything my flamenco teacher says for now -- oh well. My history teacher is fantastic. All in all, I'm pleased.






EVERYDAY SEVILLA

Everyday life here is amazing. I am absolutely positive this will be the hardest thing to leave behind when I come home. Institutionalized napping (the siesta)? Walking everywhere under clear skies and bright sun? Staying out until 5 in the morning on the weekends? Having a drink by the river at a cafe -- enjoying the view on a Sunday afternoon? "Sevillians," as I like to call them, know how to live life.



Above left: dragin' a fag
Center: me and mama
Right: cafe by the river



Coke should pay me for this. Down by the river. Sunset.
















DEBAUCHERY BEGINS

While there is plenty of down time, classes, napping and chillin', there is a nearly equal amount of wild partying and dancing until the wee hours. Thursday night was my 21st birthday. Needless to say, it was pretty intense and I don't need to elaborate. Use your imagination.

After recovering from my birthday all day Friday, we headed for Cadiz for Carnaval. Although our hotel fell through, it turns out we really didn't need one. Imagine Halloween on steroids. Thousands and thousands and thousands of people are dressed up and drinking in the streets. When you ask a police officer where you can go to the bathroom, rum bottle in hand, he laughs and points to the tree next to him: "aqui." You have to hold hands with your friends when you walk or else you'll be lost in the mob. We partied in the streets all night and took the first train back to Sevilla at 5.15 in the morning. What a wild time.






























Some of us were pirates. I slowly seemed to change to a pimp. Don't ask. That's all for now.


2 comments:

Unknown said...

I wonder what everyone is chanting on the street in Cadiz? I'll bet Graham remembers :-)

Brittany Garcia said...

glad you're having fun, Fred! it's quite paradoxical that "the good life"is opposite of the life you're choosing in the business school...

but enjoy your time in spain--it'll be over before you know it!

ps-- thanks for giving me a new way to procrastinate: reading your blog > reading for grad school