And on the Fourth Day..there was Sun!

Day Four..finally we get to see Granada in some sunshine! We overslept...again, because my alarm clock on my running watch is being spiteful. For breakfast, we needed a break from the pan y mantequilla (bread n butta) and opted to go to a little pasteleria which had juice, muffins, eggs, and ham. I've pretty much realized that every meal here has some ham in it somewhere. I ordered a chicken gyro kebob thing yesterday, and I'm quite certain there had to be some hidden ham in there. Ya know, just for kicks, keep ya on your toes. Unfortunate if you're MP and a vegetarian..but for the rest of us it's like finding little hidden surprises in all of your meals! Especially at the beginning, since we don't know how to order and pretty much just beg the waitors to give us whatever they'd recommend. Except el conejo. Nunca el conejo (rabbit). Not into chowin' down on some bunnyheads.

One thing I AM good at ordering, though, is fruta. I can hold up that kiwi and plop it on the counter with full confidence in what I will be getting. A Kiwi. Spanish for...I'm not sure yet. But this is a learning trip!

We had our housing orientation this morning..basically laying down the law for what we can and cannot do with our senoras. I was disappointed to find out we can't take them out and get them hammered. Darn. The term for being drunk here, which is helpful, is esta barracho. But don't worry, no estoy barracha.

Also, today MaryPat & I went on a long wandering walk, completely safe, in the late afternoon. We went to the mercado and picked up some fresh fruit, and ate and walked along La Calle Reales and looked in all the store shops. It's so funny because southern Spain is just such a mix of atmospheres. The little houses all along the Albaycin look like little Grecian Houses, like little white marshmallows somebody just plopped into the hillside. Then, right behind these tropical Mediterranean-ish casas is the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Today was the first day we really got to see them since it wasn't raining. Now I've never been to Colorado, but I can imagine that is what it must look like. In fact. GoogleImage showed me so. It's so strange to be walking and see orange trees, and palm trees, and just up ahead are snowy mountains. Oh! Don't eat the oranges. Nice to look at, yes. But they got more zip in them than a mouthful of sow' patch kids. (Nerea told us this, I wasn't actually going to sample strange fruit on another continent without first asking).

Then, we found this pretty little tea market behind La Catedral; they sell all kinds of fresh spices and different kinds of teas! Even though I stupidly presumed there was no tea in Spain and brought a carryon's-worth of tea, I bought some called "el te de Granada"; it smells like lemons. I will have to be careful bringing this stuff back into the country, 'cause really who knows what's in it.

So on a final note! I am so excited to meet my senora en la manana and finally get unpacked! Living out of a suitcase is tough stuff man, good thing I didn't end up being a rockstar. Instead, I'm just a meandering college student in a foreign land with the best friends possible. Next on the agenda: learning to order food in restaurants because two nights back-to-back of chocolate sticks and cocacola just won't fly. Adios