More of what I meant to say in the last entry

I have been consistently promising more than I deliver with the titles, so I kept this one purposefully vague. Last night, my friends and I were determined to stay out past 1 as to not concern our host families with our lack of social lives and so, despite the fact that we were all exhausted from our trip to the mountains, we hung out at a bar and had tapas for a few hours. Strange thing about Spanish culture is that, at about 11:30, several families with babies entered the bar and I'm pretty sure that we were the only ones looking at them strangely. At around midnight, we transfered to a cafe (which, strangely enough, was not only open at midnight, but also filled with people, very few of which were under 60), and had churros with chocolate, which were literally steaming hot churros with 2 full mugs of melted chocolate. Kind of like churro fondu? Delicious.

Today, I slept in for the first time since arriving, but my host mother slept in later (until 11:30). I guess that is how they can stay out all night. I accompanied my two catholic friends to a catholic mass at the cathedral I always walk past (not the one in the photo I posted before... I was mistaken. That is a different church I often pass), just to see what it looked like on the inside. It is quite stunning, in the manner that many European churches are stunning. Sometime I'll return and take pictures there as well. The most interesting thing that happened this morning, however, was not the church service, but rather the walk there. One block away from my house, the guy who was walking several feet in front of me fell back and introduced himself to me, and then proceeded to walk with me all the way to the cathedral. He was very friendly... perhaps a little too much so. Within that 10 minute walk, he told me I was beautiful, asked if I was single, invited me out to coffee, invited me on a tour of Granada, and invited himself to accompany me to Italy. Though he was quite guapo, I was a little relieved when my friends were on time and met me at the cathedral, giving me an excuse to slip away.

Later this afternoon, I went on another walk around Granada and made my first non-food-or-drink-related purchase--a scarf, of course. Not to bombard you with too many pictures, but here are some (most) of the ones I took on that walk.

Above: a random church. There are quite a few of those. Below: pretty building with reflective windows?

And this (below) is a photo I took from near the IES building (which has the best view ever from the balcony that I'll have to capture at some point). There is a "river" along side this street, but at the moment it is definitely a stream, if that.

 Chimneys... and mountains.

 Pretty houses...

This is the steepest street ever... Those are stairs, but they are slanted, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me.

 And we're still climbing. We've done so much of that the last two days...

 And the street we just climbed up from the top... Or near the top. No, actually, it went on for quite a while longer, now that I think about that. Scrap that. Street we just climbed from half way up.

 And basically the same picture from slightly higher up...

 Just some random shots of Granada (whoa, I just wrote "Grinnell" there and had to go back and change that. This is so far from Grinnell it's ridiculous to think my brain could have even jumped there).

So there we are. I am all caught up on my pictures/ stories about what has happened so far. Everything else is relatively boring, so I'll skip those details. Miss you all.