Can you believe that this AMAZING view is about a 10 minute run from my house?! But it doesn't stop there. Yesterday I decided to explore the Arab markets that are by the Albayzin. There is a small, steep, narrow cobblestone street that leads up to the Alhambra. The street is lined with Moorish markets selling beautiful, colorful, and handmade products such as scarves, coin curses, bags, jewelry, jeweled boxes, and more.
As I shopped in the markets, I realized how different the people that work in the shops in Granada then the workers were in Paris. Personally, I felt that the people in the stores in Paris were either creepy and attacked you the second that you walked in their store, or didn't like you because you were American. The workers in the stops in Granada didn't stare me down when I was in the shop. However, whenever they saw me looking at something, like a scarf, theysaid "try it on if you want!" and were very nice and helpful. The young and pretty cute guy that was working in the shop where I brought my scarf even started up a conversation with me, asking if I was studying here.
Finally, today I had yet another adventure. I turned down a new street yet again and found myself running right by the famous Cathedral. GORGEOUS! On the way, I ran into a group of three gypsies. They had their little plants in their hands like always, and tried to get me to take one as I ran past. Here is what I found about them on a website:
"Around the cathedral and in the Alhambra car park there are a number of gyspsy fotune tellers who offer a fortune selling service. It goes like this. They hand you a sprig of rosemary, you take it. You feel too embarrassed to give it back or throw it on the floor. They tell you your fortune although you don't understand a word. Then you feel so embarassed that you give then a euro just to get out of the situation."
One more somewhat comical thing happened last night I was watching Cheaper by the Dozen 2 on TV with my Senora and her ten year old son. I couldn't figure out why they kept saying "Bacon" in the movie. Finally, i realized that they were actually saying "Baker," the last name of the family in the movie. When the Spanish people said it in the translated version, it honestly sounded just like bacon.
I start my official classes tomorrow at the University. I'm pretty happy because my schedule turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Hurray! Here's the lineup of my classes:
- Curso de Estudios Hispánicos (6 de febrero a 24 de mayo)
- Asignatura: Producción oral y escrita - Grupo: 0703 - Aula: A04
Horario:- 15:30 - 17:00: Lunes, Miércoles - RAMÍREZ RODRÍGUEZ, INMACULADA
- Asignatura: Literatura española (S. XX) - Grupo: 0A01 - Aula: A13
Horario:- 17:00 - 18:30: Martes, Jueves - LEÓN SILLERO, JOSÉ JAVIER
- Asignatura: Historia de España (desde Franco hasta la actualidad) - Grupo:0A01 - Aula: A05
Horario:- 11:30 - 13:00: Martes, Jueves - VARA OCÓN, CRISTINA
- Asignatura: Civilización y cultura españolas - Grupo: 0A02 - Aula: A05
Horario:- 11:30 - 13:00: Lunes, Miércoles - VARA OCÓN, CRISTINA
- Asignatura: El arte flamenco en la sociedad y la cultura - Grupo: 0A01 - Aula:A14
Horario:- 17:00 - 18:30: Lunes, Miércoles - LEÓN SILLERO, JOSÉ JAVIER
Love the plaque! It is so perfect, and I thank you. Sorry to hear about that vicious small but mighty dog!
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