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| Amal, me, Pali, Ciciel and Miranda |
Where did I stop? Last time I wrote here, it was to tell you what happened the past 2 months. Now, let's go on.
End of october, I went to London just for pleasure, because I love this city and a certain someone I met there. I went back to Malaga early november, and then went to Granada for a whole weekend (2 nights and 3 days exactly)
I went there with the Popje Team (Popje = cutie in dutch), my girls from Holland. Let me introduce them to you!
Ciciel: Dutch, lives at Plaza de la Merced and studies psychology in Malaga. She comes over quite often, first because she likes me, and second because she secretly dreams of moving in my appartment: she can't stand her housemates anymore, who spend most of their time locked inside smoking pot. I can understand how desperate she must feel. Last time I went to her appartment, had to leave it ASAP because it was so stinky in there! We often meet at Dunkin for coffee because it's nice there and they sell the most fatening daughnuts of Spain. We have been through a lot together: hanging out at la Malagueta, we used to swim there and we were always afraid of the idea of getting bitten by a horrible jellyfish. We also laughed once watching this guy with the biggest balls we have ever seen in our life. And what about all those times when we talked about our boyfriends? Ciciel's a good adviser, and she can be really funny, especially when she claims loud "I hate fat people" whereas she knows it uspets me lol.
Mel: I tend to call her "bitch" most of the time, just for fun. She's my dutch housemate, we've been through a lot as well, but we survived as you can see. What's to think about when we had to clean the horrible and disgusting fridge together? What's to say about those delicious plates we've cooked? What about the ones that were disgusting? The funniest story and the most horrible one at the same time, is when we got locked out of the appartment without our keys. We had invited Ciciel over for diner. She spent the night with us. Carmen, my spanish housemate was off to her home village for the weekend, and Prescilla was out somewhere in Malaga. Ciciel only lives 5 minutes by foot from my flat. Mel and I suggested to take her back home because it was quite late. However, right after we closed the door, we both realised we had left our keys and our phones inside. So we got locked outside at 3 in the morning... a tad scary, isn't it? In hindsight, it is actually less scary than it seemed to be at the moment. We had no idea of how and where we could find Prescilla and to be honest, we did not feel like going inside every single bar of Malaga to find her... Ciciel could not even call her for us, because she did not have her phone number. Besides, we were only wearing slippers and clothes you usually wear to go to ... The WALK OF SHAME in Malaga started then. We went to Miranda's appartment, where Prescilla usually hangs out. Jessica, Miranda's housemate went down the stairs to open the door for us and to tell us that Prescilla was on her way home. Relieved, we went back to our flat and everything ended perfectly. ¨Prescilla opened the door for us (might be useless to say we found her dancing all alone in the lounge, a bottle of Santa Cruz in her hands). Anyway, it was a funny experience now that I think about it again.
Amal and Pali: They live in the same appartment, a few minutes from mine. They are both from Holland as well. They're really nice and study english linguistics. I like going out for marrocan tea with Amal and taste delicious pastries with her in the TETERIAS of the city center. I'm still waiting on her to accept to follow the LENGUA INGLESA II cass with me (english conversation). I guess it's hard on her, because this is actually the most boring class ever, and the easiest one I attended. The students are supposed to already have a high level but they turn out to be quite weak. Plus, the teacher can't stop making mistakes in english, which is quite worrying for a university teacher. He should stop proposing to us as well, it's getting to be tiring. And who cares if his favourite movie is Priscilla Queen Of The Desert or La Cage Aux Folles? Nobody f*****g cares! His accent is funny though, sometimes annoying... so spanish as you can guess! A message to Amal: never stop calling me "chouchou", I love it, it could even convert me one day! A message to Pali: thank you for being the most patient girl ever the other day, when I wanted to buy trainers. I'm not sure I would have been strong enough if I were you.
Miranda: She is an exception to the rule in this article, because she's the only person who is not from Holland... my partner in crime. She is from Canada. She's the cutest and funniest of the Canadian girls in the world (the only Canadian I know actually). We spent much time hanging out in El Palo on the beach, after our spanish classes or at la Malaguetta. We used to hang out at Sala Gold a lot in the beginning, it's a c;lub in the center where we danced on Waka Waka with a lot of alcohol in our blood. I'll never thank her enough for taking me to her place one afternoon at 5 p.m because I had drunk too many mojitos (3 euros the litter, the second is given for free, a bargain). Miranda's a great girl to party, but also a great cook. What can I say about her delicious canadian fries served with an amazing sauce and melted cheese? Only Canadian people know how to make such thigs! She loves cheese and chedar, just like me, and she speaks good french. I've also made a lot of progress in english since I met her. I almost forgot to tell you she's got the most amazing (and most masculine) laugh I've ever heard in my life... How could I not find her sexy then?
What about Granada by the way? Let's say I really liked the city, a bunch of different cultures, spanish and arabic. Interesting. I wandered in the arabic neighborhood with the girls, it was tremendous, we went to a hookah bar, drank marrocan tea and ate like crazy. Granada's also great for shopping. It was a lot colder there than in Malaga, since the city is surrounded with mountains full of snow. Gorgeous.
A few disappointments:
- The Alambra, probably because we had booked our visit too late and we had to get up at 6 a.m on a sunday morning since we had to be there at 8. It was nice, but no information about what happened in that palace. A little disappointing.
- I expected something more impressive when it comes to the architecture in general. I'm looking forward to Sevilla, where I'm going next month with ...........
- The guy wanking on the top of a hil, on a saturday morning, enjoying touching himself in front of people to get the attention. I know, it sounds scary and disgusting but it's a true story.
Hasta luego mis amigos ;)
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