Jackson.

After a delicious paella we had a wonder to the park. While crossing the University we saw the American guy Dustyn (yes with a y) having a siesta in the University. After waking him up we went to dip our feet with him in the lovely cool very cool fuentes in Parque Maria Luisa.

We got to know him a little more. He's from San Fransisco, with a cool accent (nothing like MTV) and going round Europe this summer.  Very interestingly studies Arabic and International Relations. Cool huh?  It was just roasting 47°C at 6 o'clock and nothing seemed to cool us down... It was just unpleasant. So we popped back home.

After drinks on my roof we met back up with the American and went to Plaza Alfafa to meet up with Marc and some friends of his. We had a few tapas, jamon and croquetas. Yum. Then Marc arrived casually late as they always are here. His friends left after a drink so it was Marc, Dustyn and us! We all got on brilliantly. It was very very fun. Spoke in Spanish, of course.

We ended the night in a Jazz club, called Jackson, that Marc knew. His flatmate (lesbian joined us!). She was cool too. We got back late at 0500. But I guess it's inevitable when the first act of the evening was 0300. They really do live during the night.

I don't know why but it was a very clumsy evening for me. Dropped my glass twice on Dustyn. As I opened the box of toothpicks they flew everywhere in the tapas bar. Bumped into someone on Marc's bike. Broke the tap in Jackson... It was just a disaster.

I'd also like to point out at how little little little the Spanish drink. It's amazing. Two beers max in an evening! Cool for me

Our coach for Ronda was at 0900. Mmm.