Friday, Ryan, Jill and I continued our misadventures in Segovia, which is clearly the loveliest place I've been to in Spain. We had a trifle bit of problems at the train station, and we ended up taking the bus because we couldn't find the 15 euro train tix that were online. The bus ride wasn't too long, and the station was conveniently located down the street from the REALLY OLD Roman Aqueduct in the middle of the city. It's huge, and oh so historical. We climbed up the stairs to the top, and were able to look over across the top of it. We did a bit more exploring up there, walking thru the Roman area, which was awesome. We then schlepped our way to the famous Gothic cathedral, and went in there as well. Then, we saw the oh so famous castle that's there - El Alcanzar. The basement of the settlement is actually the remains of a roman temple. Part of the castle was built by muslims, and then it was a medieval fortress, and then in burned down in the 1800's and was fully restored. It was full of medieval tapestries, suits of armor, canons, flags, and all other assortment of harry-potter-castle-ish-wonderfuls. We then climbed up the 152 spiral staircase to the Torre de Juan (which was only mildly better than the spiral staircase up to the Blarney stone...im really conquering that whole fear of heights), and got amazing views of the city and the castle, which was soooo cool. We made our way down, went souvenir shopping, and embarked on our most epic quest...to find the Doner Kebap food joint. let me tell you, we succeeded, and it was the best kebap i've ever had in spain...hands down.
Friday night, I went back to Ryan's house instead of schlepping home, and we bought a bottle of wine, had pizza and wine, and had epic bonding time with our mothers via skype. Mark and Pat had come down from London to visit us in Spain, and we took them to a chocolateria and then to our favourite Tapas Bar for Sangria, and around 1245, I called it a night, as I knew i was gonna get up balls early for my Sat birthday bash. Oh, I almost forgot. Ella visited the boys in London...and was apparently quite threatening. I'm really glad to see the extra 4ooo$ i paid to go ol' CUA going to such a great cause...sending her to check up on students abroad (sarcasm anyone?)
Saturday, I woke up like a half hour before i had to be on the metro, rushed to get ready, and only after i was down in the metro did i realize that i didnt have my train tix to segovia, so i ran back to get them. Then, bc i was on the wrong metro car, Kevin and i almost missed eachother at Congosto, but luckily, i shouted and he heard me, and then we were off the the Chamartin train station to meet up with everyone else. Some epic details later, Kevin, Ryan, Jill and I got on the 11am train to Salamanca, and Katie was gonna meet up with us later. Salamanca was soo pretty; while there was not too much to do, we throughly explored the city, ate Kebaps for lunch and dinner, saw cathedrals, got ice cream, drank boxed wine by the river, and the piece de resistance, Jill and I got changed for the night in a kebap place's bano, complete with doing make up and hair...now that was funny. While we were waiting for Katie, we stopped at Delicatessan and Cafe to get some of their famous Sangria, which was uber awesome. Then we got Katie...after being lost for a bit ;), and went back to Plaza Mayor to look for Jacko's Cocktail bar, which is famous for its 1 liter for 5 euros of your choice cocktail. We found it, and i realized it was a Michael Jackson themed bar! We all got different liter cocktails, and Jill and I shared the "Thriller" which ended up sneaking up on me ;). Then, Katie and I shared my first 'almost legal in the US' cosmo (another liter of course), and we made friends with some americans to VA and Michigan, a really cute guy from Scotland, and some dutch girls. Then, oh then, did Kevin decide that he was buying me a shot of Absinthe. At the time, I figured, oh what the hell, one only turns 21 once. So, me kevin, ryan and katie all took a shot. It tasted mildly disgusting, but boy oh boy, did that shit pack a punch. Soon after that incident, we left to go to an irish bar for carbombs, which i did not partake in, as i was still realing from the first 3 hours we spent at Jackos. We stayed here till about 3ish, watching drunk spaniards dance, chatting, and in katie and jill's case doing car bombs (which they had quite a time of explaining in spanish to the bartender :)). Then, we somehow ended up at another irish bar, Molly Malone, for more beer and talk of how the Soviet Union will not be stopped by (insert anything you want here). This was the catchphrase of the night, and came out of drunk Kevin's (or as i call him Sean Connery) mouth alot, always in a russian accent of course. Natasha also made an appearance as well. At around 5, we got kebaps again, and then made our way to the train station...where we were homeless for about 55 minutes bc the security guard told us the station didnt open till 7am. So, we all huddled for warmth, shared ridic stories, and contemplated our crazy night. Probs one of the finest 7am adventures in drinking and epicness since i've been here. Also, more importantly, i remember mostly everything from the night, did not get sick at all, and didnt spill anything on my red silk dress, which were my goals upon starting the night of epic drinking at 8pm. Im quite proud. I snoozed on the train ride back to madrid, and then had the best commute back to La Gavia, explaining to Kevin just how ridic drunk kevin had been the night before. Here's a snippet: Kevin: "Well I don't remember the second bar...i think i ordered a bottle of something." Me:"No kevin, you had 2 pints, and you kept shouting 'the great soviet union will not be stopped by closing times', and im pretty sure we almost got kicked out." "Oh shit...what else happened? Should I go pray or something?" All in all, it was a night to remember, and tomorrow, or better, in a half hour, i technically turn 21, which is sooo weird. I think lola is gonna make me something i actually like, and not fish, for dinner tomorrow, and i'll probs have a glass of wine to celebrate the event. Great weekend, and a big hand to all of us for managing 9 hours of straight drinking! Thanks guys, y'all rock!
Hasta Luegoooooooo
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