This week has been one of my favorite weeks yet, which is funny because it is one of the least eventful! Wednesday was a fiesta (holiday), so I only had 3 days of class this whole week, and lots and lots of free time.
One of the hardest adjustments with living in Spain for me has been adjusting to the schedule, or lack there of. I am extremely schedule dependent, so in the US I generally like to plan out my whole day, hour-by-hour, but that just doesn’t fit the relaxed Spanish lifestyle. So, although it wasn’t a particularly exciting week, I really enjoyed it because I was able to have somewhat of a routine and feel productive.
Besides appeasing my controlling personality, I also spent a lot of time relaxing and enjoying the city. My girl friends and I spent most of the time going to the park, walking around the city, getting great tapas, and eating lots of ice cream. One night Sarah and I went to get tapas at Taberna los Coloniales, a tiny little bar in a small plaza in the centro, and had a “religious food moment”.
I have mentioned before how I think tapas is the superior dinner because it works perfectly with my indecisive, like-everything nature; I am able to try a little of everything that sounds good, plus I don’t get too stuffed.
For our little bites we ordered tomate alinado ordered (tomatoes dressed with olive oil and vinegar), croquetas de espinacas (little fried balls of dough and spinach), solomillo a la castellana (small pieces of pork loin with sauteed onions and mushrooms), papas a la brava (amazing little slices of crisp potatoes with a tomato sauce), tortilla de camarones (not completely sure, but a fried disc thing with tiny little shrimp in it). Everything was amazing and we both agreed we had a new favorite restaurant.
Sarah and I have been living wholeheartedly by the “don’t ask, just eat it policy”, which generally results in us tasting delicious food without having to know about the questionable ingredients. However, Sarah’s limit was pushed that night with the tortilla de camarones. I really liked this dish–it was a kind of crisp, fried tostada-like thing with tiny baby shrimp in it. Mid-way through eating it we realized that it looked like the shrimp weren’t shelled, but we figured they were so small it didn’t matter and we should just eat it.
So, Sarah broke a piece off the tortilla only to find a giant shrimp head with feelers sticking out at her. And that is when we realized we have a limit with the “just eat it policy.”
Obviously we had to top the night off with dessert and Sarah and I went to Rayas, this ice cream place right by the restaurant that some of my friends say is better than my favorite, go-to place. I have to say they are some stiff competition, but rather than pick one or the other, I can appreciate each one . Rayas is great for super rich giant cups of ice cream with cake, and chocolate, and hazelnut, and cream, and everything mixed in, whereas Villar (my usual place) is great for simple, light, perfect, amazing ice cream. Basically I can’t go wrong!
(Kathryn, Ryann, and Katie watching the protest)
(Protest sign: Democracy has been lost. We have to unite and go to look for it)
(Protesting Dog: Pirate Party)
(cute matching family)