The fiesta with our familias last night was really fun. Every family is special and brings a different aspect to the experience. After the "dinner", which was really just drinks and tapas in a bar, we met up with my brother and his friends and got a few drinks and then after that met back up with our American friends. We went to this bar that had a dance floor in it. I still haven't grasped the concept of dancing in Spain. One song is American (but they dance like Spaniards), the next is Salsa and then every now and then there's a Flamenco. Let me tell you, the American kids busting out the Flamenco may have been the highlight of all the drunk local's night.
So that was a good night. This morning told me so. No one who lives here gets hungover. I don't get it. Every single one of us Americans was this morning, but none of our Spanish friends. And I believe they want to go out again tonight. I don't know how that's gonna go. I just had my siesta. Very late, but it was neccessary so I made sure it still happened since we didn't even get home til about 5:30am.
Well my brother just came and flipped on my light and told me that it's time to get up and do something. Oh boy, wish me luck. But in all seriousness, I need it to survive the night. We are going over to Amanda's house for a birthday party for her brother at 9:30. He just turned 18, which is a big deal here. He's considered a man now and can drive and drink by himself (you can drink earlier, but with parents there), and he just graduated school. I have a feeling that this birthday party is going to be a bit of a culture shock. But who knows, maybe they have their parties like Americans. Who knows? Now, it's showertime then time to get ready and head to fiesta some more. Vale, perfecto.
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