So I guess as I get more accustomed to things, I'm finding less to comment on really. I only have class Monday-Thursday, so my weekends are Thursday night-Sunday. So what do you do in Malaga on a weekend (or really any night, it's personal discretion)? You go out, obviously. Our entire group went out (that's about 30 of us), and we went to a few bars (but bars are way too expensive, so that won't be an all the time thing at all) and a dicoteca! Discotecas basically are extremely crowded, there are no rules about smoking in them, they're very hot, and everyone just dances while neon lights scar your retinas and American remix songs blast from speakers. Time really gets away from you too, we didn't leave till 4 AM.
So a note about the difference between European and American men: while both have potential to be creepy, there is no "personal space" rule in Europe, so European guys just kind of invade your space and it's really off-putting. They just grab you to dance, which is sort of fun until you realize that American guys are not nearly so forward, they don't tend to touch you so much. So by group effort, the European invasion was held back on the Dickinson students. But it doesn't really stop older men from just striking up conversations on a 4:30 AM bus (which is surprisingly crowded).
Another weird difference here: children have no bedtime. I see kids riding bicycles at midnight, it's bizarre. At two in the morning, I'll see a woman chatting with her friend, pushing a stroller. What?
One thing I hate about Spain: SIESTA. It's a life-ruiner. You stay out all night, because that's what Spanish people do, only to wake up at noon, and drag yourself into el centro at 1:30 (because you have to spend at least an hour eating first), find where you're going, and then everything's closed! I don't understand how anyone around here functions. Siesta lasts from 2-5ish, and then SOME of the stores reopen till 8ish. Groooaorggg.
The students are putting together a bunch of trips to different cities in Europe, which is exciting, except I hate committing to it so far in advance. Plus, some of the cities they want to see I keep hesitating on, because if I stay into the spring, Dickinson will take a trip there anyway. Being indecisive is the worst.
Regardless, I have been getting things done. And today I need to really start doing homework, because reading and taking notes on 60 pages of Spanish is no joke. That might top my list as worse than siesta.
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