ok, so we went on to eat at the italian restaurant following the magic fountains, and emily met us there for drinks. it was lovely. (and, also, i must say that i have learned that sangria goes with everything...italian, mexican, japanese, spanish, everything).
we then moved on for some dessert at the mexican place down the road. and by dessert i really mean margaritas and patatas machas. (because, clearly, this weekend i have not had enough carbohydrates in my life). let me describe this restaurant to you. there is a mural size portrait of salvador dali on one wall. a large frida kahlo head statue hanging on one wall (and by huge, i really do mean HUGE), and scary looking chickens and fighter statues hanging from the ceiling looking down on you. it is called "si, senor"...and has the best potatos in the world (as i believe i have described in an earlier post). thankfully, the waiter that tessa accidently called ugly did not remember us. however, there was no longer any more hard candy sitting by the door when we left, which was a huge disapointment. but now where do we go?tessa had the answer...lets just randomly walk down this street. there must be something eventually. and so we walked. and there didnt seem to be much., and then inevitably came the urge to pee. and we became desperate. and finally, there was a place. this tiny, gross, dirty place. how can it be?
well i go down to the bathroom first, while tessa and emily order beers (because there is no such thing as public restrooms in spain). no toilet paper, no toilet seat, off white smudged with mystery shades of brown, ants and cockroaches, off colored water. yum. but i really had to pee an amazing amount, so at least it was better than public urination.
i come upstairs and am greeted by this face from emily as tessa runs downstairs towards the bathroom. whats going on?! she informs me that this scary scary man behind her (i wanted to get a pic, but it just wasnt possible without making the situation worse), has not only been staring at them, but also came over to them, and it got to the point that the bartender had to physically move them away. more than once. so emily is ready to leave as soon as tessa comes upstairs. but i do not think we should abandon some already paid for beer. so we finished took some moments to finish the beers (as in, i finished them for emily and tessa, as they took sips of their own as i went back and forth from one to the other).
i must pause for a moment to point out that there was a "no farting" illustration posted behind the bar. literally, there was a man, bent over with fumes coming from his ass, crossed out with a big red line. amazing.
so we stand up, and the scary man stands up and gathers his coat to leave.
"guys...run. and i'm not kidding"
and so we ran. made random turns in and out of the block. continued running until we were out of breath cause we were laughing at the same time. meanwhile, we still hadn't found a place to go for the night. and then we found it. the most amazing bar i had been to all semester. it was this little polynesian bar. you walk in, and there is a waiting/line area before you actually get inside that is decorated like a forest. and by decorated, i mean there is a pond with fish, real trees and plants, and one wall is completely made up of fish tanks. and besides the cheesy recorded animal sounds, it was pretty much perfect. we even got free shots while waiting (they were basically all juice, but good nonetheless). and when we finally got inside it was even better. more fish tanks, crazy mixed drinks. and the best part...corn nuts and pop corn! ok, i know, that sounds a bit ridiculous to get excited about. but spain doesn't seem to believe in bar snacks. no peannuts. no nothing. so the pop corn was a new and exciting sight. and the drinks were in the craziest cups. i love crazy cups. i think i need more in my life.
and then tessa and emily disappear. they don't smoke. but apparently they decided they needed a puff. they disappear to buy a pack. and i am left all alone. just me and the popcorn. and the next thing i know, they are back with a pack, flustered from arguing with the manager because the pack got stuck in the machine. huge ordeal. and then the waiter came over and apologized. cause apparently he believed them even thought hte manager didn't. oh man. good thing they fully enjoyed those puffs.
and of course emily found some ridiculous boys to flirt with. but they were very random, and we are pretty sure they were only like 16...so it was a very short flirt-ness.
taxi. and i would just like to say that the taxi man was playing the most amazing music ever (rare in spain), and it was a lovely end of a night.
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