The day that Spanish was Greek to me

Woke up late on Sunday, and to my alarm, not to mention. Yep, I went to bed so late the previous night that I needed an alarm clock to get me up at 1pm. Stacey and I got ready slowly and bummed around our room lazily talking a lot of English until el almuerzo (lunch) at 2:30. Lunch was what seemed like a cornmeal cream soup, and bocadillos (sandwiches) with a bunch of meats and sausages in them, most of them fatty, and an orange for dessert. The food was good, but not my favorite meal, per se. We barely spoke at lunch, we were being very, very lazy. Bad! Then we decided to get off our asses, and despite it being siesta on a Sunday, we would try to do some shopping and run errands and whatnot. As we crossed the bridge we saw Melissa and Katie walking not too far ahead of us. We met up, and took a nice walk towards the main shopping area (the weather was beautiful). On the way we did a lot of window shopping, stopped at Burger King so Katie and Melissa could get their Coca-Cola Light fix, and just took in the Sevilla sights (e.g. lots of nice architecture, dog poo on the streets that nobody cleans up, and PDA...ohhhh Sevilla). We decided to do some internetting and hit up the café next to the University. Thank god it was open! I was also out of minutes on my phone, and I was able to recharge them at the internet café. ¡Que suerte! (what luck!). Then everyone was a bit hungry so we stopped at McDonalds (wow, we´re bad) for snacks. Katie and Stacey got fries and ice cream while Melissa got gazpacho and I got a manzana (apple). Yeah, we like the rare Spanish MickeyD´s items. Then we parted ways for the night. Oh yeah, and while we walked all day we spoke barely a word of Spanish. Walking home Stacey and I got a bit lost in Los Remedios, but we´re both so chill and laid back that it didn´t phase us. We did a lot of window shopping and I found my next "Lisa purse" in the process. Must buy. Also, tights are really big here. That´s right, tights. Girls wear them all the freaking time, all different colors and patterns with boots of all sorts, gauchos, capris, and skirts. It´s crazy and yet really cute, very Lisa-ish, if ya ask me. I gotta get on this. I´m bringing tights to the states next year. You here that, Nicole? Tights will be big in ´07. We got home finally, thanks to Stacey who knows directions a thousand times better than I, in time for dinner. When we walked through the first gate, two women were talking and walking their dog. The dog was definitely trying to do his business on our building´s property, so the women tried to call the dog back. Then they heard us speaking English and stopped calling the dog. They said, "Son ingleses, no nos pueden entender..." (They´re English, they don´t understand us). Wow, I really feel like a foreigner sometimes. It´s my fault with my gosh darn laziness. We had another quiet, lazy dinner, we ate we had a soup made from a fish broth with spices and onion, and grilled ham n cheese bocadillos. Actually not too bad.
We then made plans to go out with Miguel and Marcos again. We met up with them at the Plaza de Cuba around 11 and took a loooong walk around Sevilla. My spanish was so unbelievably rusty that communication with them kind of blew. It was cold, too. And, ya know, there´s only so much you can talk about, especially when your vocab´s reduced so much. I saw the whole façade of la Catedral Giralda for the first time, and it´s so beautiful. It´s the oldest building I´ve ever seen! Stacey asked Miguel if we could go to services at the cathedral ("¿Podemos ir a servicios?"), forgetting that "servicios" actually means "bathroom" in Spanish. So, Miguel thought that Stacey was asking to use a bathroom in the Cathedral. So we walked to a café, and we thought that we were going to have a drink or something, but Miguel showed her the way to the bathroom. Then Stacey realized her error, but being the ignorant foreigner, we went with the flow. Stacey walked into the bathroom, stood there for a few minutes, and then walked out. LOL. So funny. Ohhhhhh Spanish. Then we sat on benches in la Plaza Nueva, Stacey with Miguel and me with Marcos. We sat there talking for awhile, meanwhile I found out how bad of a kisser Marcos is. Yeah, it was gross. Needless to say I was completely turned off henceforth. Marcos, you out! Yeah, he failed that test. So after Marcos basically tried to eat my face, I got kind of distant and tired. Turns out that on the other bench Stacey dropped the boyfriend bomb so then Miguel grew kind of distant. Needless to say, we learned that night how lame these boys are. We finally decided to walk home around 1am. The walk home was long and kind of blah. When we got back they said that they would call us to hang out on Tuesday. I´m kind of hoping that they don´t, and we´re assuming that they won´t because I gave some pretty strong signals, and it´s obvious that Miguel wasn´t interested in Stacey´s friendship, per se. Also, perhaps Marcos will assume that I have a boyfriend too and not call. That´d make my job a lot easier ; ). Oh man, I´m terrible. But what can I say? I´m a young single girl on the prowl in Europe! That´s just how I roll.
We went to bed around 2ish laughing about how ridiculous the night was, and how ridiculous our day was with our Spanish shortcomings. Ay dios mío.