El Flamenco.

As I told you in my previous post I went to a Tableo last night to see some Flamenco. I walked for about five minutes and arrived in this tiny street where it was supposed to be held. Yet I could not see any sort of bar/ restaurant/ theater in view. I continued walking and then I saw a woman with thick black hair standing in front of a door which made it pretty obvious there was flamenco inside. I creep in and walk through empty rooms made out of  stones and mosaics which all then they linked to this huge room with around 200 people inside all standing on tables and drinking and eating. At 0030 the bar men ring a bell and the flamenco starts. It was all very passionate and loud and (sweaty). It was very impressive and I did enjoy it. It lasted for about an hour. At the end you can pop outside  unto the terrace which is lit by candle light and wine leaves that enveloppe the walls. Very beautiful. There was quite a few tourists but not the annoying kind and it was free. Which makes it very worth it. 


This morning after receiving my grades for French, Biology and TPE of which I am chuffed about I walked to the Real Maestranza de Caballeria, the oldest bullring in Spain.  The next bullfight is on Thursday at 7pm. Apparently the bull fighters that will be playing/fighting (I don't really know how you call it) are quite famous (as said in El Mundo this morning) so I will definitely be there.  


The bullring is right by the river, which is so exotic. The riversides are coated with palm trees and orange/red/yellow typical Andalousian houses. At the end of the bridge is a little tapas bar that looks unto to the river. There were a couple of locals there and jamon hanging off every wall. I had a refreshing drink (Coca Cola) and read El Mundo. 


I understood one article about News of the World and it's closure (good). Was it because I pretty much knew the story before or did I really understand the language? I don't know. But I was quite pleased with myself. 


Then a 19 year old, very Spanish guy walked in with a straw hat, playing a guitar.  He had some olives and seemed to know everyone. The whole thing seemed so sterotypical, jamon, warm weather, guitar, testerone and El Mundo. It was lovely. 


I managed to find myself a Spanish teacher (15€per hour). Quite affordable I think. Especially considering companies like Enforex take 40€ per hour. I gave her a ring; she's called Yolanda. We're meeting in a tapas bar for one hour lesson where we'll have a chit chat and she'll correct me on my mistakes.  So everything is on tract.


Tomorrow I'm meeting my roomate called Cristina, from Jean. Apparently she does not speak a word of English or French (which is perfect) but us communicating will be quite entertaining I guess.  


I have linked a picture of the river and bridge. The yellow building next to the bridge is the tapas bar I was talking about! I know the picture is very big and looks a little out of proportion compared to the blog but otherwise it's too small.