Jach here, to update you on our current state of affairs.
So the last night in Seville was rather lackluster, other than the decent game between Germany and Poland, 2-0 Germany. It was domingo, so the night life was rather dead; we should have gone out the night before. We walked around the river for a bit, and I took some pictures in crazy places, did a handstand in front of the Bank of España and ran up the metal foundations under a bridge.
However, the thing I will remember is our last roommate, who came a bit late, was this old British guy, probably in his late forties. The first thing he said went he came was, ¨Oh I thought this was a mixed, guys and girls, room.¨ This guy was mad sketchy looking, and talked wayyy too much about his escapades at hostels all over the world. He said he traveled to see the hot girls…. He looked like a tourist that goes on sex tours, and he just would not shut up. I faked sleeping, and I kept my pen nearby with the point out just in case he was some perv. He slept right next to me in the next bed, and wore nothing but these super tight whitie tighties. I honestly kept one eye open just in case he jumped me and I would need the pen to defend myself.
Fortunately, nothing happened and we bounced as fast as we could. We went to the Zara the next day, and bought some cardigans, only 30 bucks!, and I got these linen pants, a great purchase. In Granada, we walked all over the place before we got to the Funky Backpacker’s Hostel.
Granada is kinda like Shigol in Korea, like GyungJoo. But the view is amazing, and the roofs were like in a Jacky Chan movie, where he would jump from roof to roof. We went to the Moorish quarter, and the buildings had a strong Islamic influence. Tomś theory about how Spanish people came to be, was that during the wars, North African people came and mingled with the Spanish people and thus dark’skinned Muslim looking Spaniards were born. His second, not so relevant theory, was that fat people know where the good food, so when we are looking for a food place, he ONLY asks the people with big bellies. And he makes jamon, ham, jokes all the time because he hates it and likes bashing it. The ham here is gross; its fatty, greasy, and mucho salty. We watched the France Romania game, which was pretty close at 0 0, and the Italy Netherlands game, where Netherlands pulled a shocker and murdered Italy 3 nothing. The food we had was this seafood mix and pimientos salad; the best Spanish dinner we had so far, with some great white wine. Tomorrow we will be going to the Alhambra castle, the most famous Moorish fortress in Spain. Then off to Valencia, where we will hopefully find a good bar or club to chill at. Buenos Noches!
princess sara said,
June 10, 2008 at 4:28 am
Haha the part about the british guy is so funny. and i’m so jealous of your zara shopping spree. :*(
hope you guys have a safe journey traveling to places.
can’t wait to hear all about it in person!
Jane said,
June 10, 2008 at 8:46 pm
i finally got the link to this website…and i’m so happy to read about your travels! you’re encountering different people, places, and food–but don’t forget the faith that keeps you the same wherever you go. sad to hear about the sex shops and sex tourist. glad to know you, tom, and seungjae are happily coasting around. please eat each meal of the day. you’re skinny enough already.
Mintastic said,
June 11, 2008 at 3:41 am
Hahahaha, Tom and his crazy theories… Except for the part about the Moors invading Spain and Muslims mixing with the Spanish is pretty much true. What a genius. I wiki-ed it. The fat thing didn’t have a wiki entry… so I don’t know about that one. If it doesn’t exit in wiki, it is not a known fact. That fact is on wiki.
Yo… That british guy sounds madddd sketch. Guard your ddong gumongs boys, you never know what goes *bump* in the night. Over and over again. With the bumping. I’m hinting at sex. At gay sex specifically. Keep those pen points out gentlemen.