Spanish night out. Take two.

As we got back Cristina was sleeping on the sofa. She was knackered from her weekend after 2 hours sleep and 9 hours of doing massages. Bless. But it was Santa Cristina which is celebrated as much as a birthday here in Spain. Seeing how tired she was we decided to celebrate the following day.

So we go up to have tinto de verano on the roof with little pipas (sunflower seeds) to watch the sunset. Cheesy but so lovely. At around 2300 we come back down to find Cristina and two of her friends. Ivan a moreno, very caliente 20 year old and Rakel who had one of those faces you could never get annoyed with. They were both so much fun. They tell us we're going out. So we get ready in 10 minutes and hop out the door.

After meeting up with other girls we have a bite to eat and head off to Calle Betis. They were all so chilled and just the opposite of the people the previous night. Such a relief. I guess the night only really started at 2300 but because you're not waiting all the time it was not a problem!

(This is the view from my terrace. Yes, there is a big fat crane but hopefully it'll go soon..)

We stroll down and everybody was dancing, eating, drinking. We bumped into a guy from Couch Surfing. An American from California. He was just the goofiest person and very fun. The Spanish girls loved him as he was blond with blue eyes and after making them dance on a song from Grease they were charmed. Then the more Spanish music came on so I got a salsa lesson. I mean I cannot dance. And the whole thing was a disaster... But very fun. Ivan was very patient and yet just crying the whole thing was so funny. Thanks Dad for the good genes.  Then it was time for la sevillana (the dance every one knows how to dance here which is similar to flamenco). Got that a little quicker and the girls just could not get enough of me doing it. In September if I am to become a real bull I will have to master the art of this dance.

We then bumped in to some more of their friends. Cristina presented me as her little sister!! Which meant a lot! Does that make me a bull?

At 0500 the party started to end. So we all walked back home. The Spanish way. Which  meant each time they start talking to you they stop walking. They just seem to have all the time in the world. A 15 minutes walk took one hour.

All in all it was very fun. Tonight we're going back for a drink and food with them. Shall be fun.