Its been a crazy week. 2 nights ending at I don't want to disclose when a.m. Singing Frank Sinatra at the top of my lungs while trekking home. Saying goodbye to nick, who is a complete character from India that words cannot express him. Meeting Pablo and Fran and slowwwly getting my job details. A lot has gone on...
6:30, 7:30am. Late isn't it? But whats the difference, no need to grumble. I agree it doesn't do a body good but that is how they do it here. Spaniards are like vampires, they go out all night and sleep all day, then do it over again. Thursday evening I went out with new roommate Pablo and his best friend Sam and we went to a club called Vaiven (bye-ben). It was a great night. We danced and I met some Spanish lady friends of theirs. Its great to meet friends of Spaniards, girls and guys, because, like anywhere else; everyone has their people or groups, so since coming here it is hard to be a part of a good group of friends, but since my roommate is from Spain, hes a good guy with good friends. After an eventful Thursday night(or Friday am), I just had to get sleep the next night.
Well 11pm Friday night did come and I hit the hay. After sleeping for maybe 20 minutes, I couldn't stay asleep because my Venezuelan friend was bustin chops, ok so SHE was calling me a little girl for not wanting to go out!! Well! Nobody calls marty a little girl! I am not one to give into peer pressure but the cold shoulder, or I am asleep method, did not seem to work. Long story short...went out to the first bar called boca boca. Nick brought us there and it was fun but kind of radical, (crazy hair, tight pants, the 80's styles are goin stronggg here), since that wasnt enough, around 3 it was time to go to Marengo, the place where all the young people seems to end up at in Pamplona. There must not be any laws about amount of people in one place because we squeeezed in like cattle, danced and sweat our butts off, and when I looked at the clock it was about 7, or 6, or is that the big hand or little hand, or...who knows. Pablo loves frank sinatra, in Spain they call sinatra "la voz", which means "the voice" and we sang sinatra the entire walk home, nuff said.
Pablo, my roommate, is from Castellon. He is the man. He speaks excellent english because each summer his rents sent him to england for about a month to learn the language. He and I have been getting along really well and I am looking forward to the months ahead. Fran my other roommate just got here on monday but so far seems like a good fit too. He is really into biking and I think he wants to be the next Alberto Contador, but I told him to not to bother because lance Armstrong dosen't age.
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