¡Hola y Hello!
It is 4:00AM and my host mom, Elena, and I just got back from the clubs! Alright America, we gotta’ step up our game! These Spaniards know how to kick it! This is how the night went down . . .
After dinner my host mom and I meet up with two of her friends, Ana and GuyWhosNameICan’tRemember. This is around hmm . . . 10:30 maybe 11:00PM. Ana picks us all up and we drive to this little café in the city center of Pamplona. We walk in, talk, and drink coffee until midnight. After we are all properly caffeinated we head to the clubs. The first club we arrive at is awesome. It’s this cute little place with great smash-ups of American and Spanish songs and it’s bumping! This club is so different than anything I have experienced in America. Everyone is with a group of friends actually dancing! Not grinding, I’m talking these people are busting out modernized versions of the running man, the robot, and anything else you can think of. At about 1:30AM we decide to leave and go to another club
At the second club, I feel like a baby seal on shark week! There were maybe 30-40 men in this club and about 10 women. I saw two guys dancing with each other. If that doesn’t scream desperate I don’t know what does. So I causally look at my host mom and say, “There are a lot of men in here,” to which she responds “Too many.” So we book it like it’s 1993. Then, we drive to this club where people only Spanish dance (Salsa, Mamba, Tango, etc.). Alright guys, so in addition to not fluently speaking Spanish, I know absolutely nothing about Spanish dancing: Zip, zero, nada. Another Spanish sin to say the least. Well, there’s no time like the present to start learning.
We walk in and every couple on the dance floor is perfectly in sync. Our friend, WhosNameEscapesMe, also does not know how to Spanish dance. He kindly offers to dance with me and we stumble and shuffle across the dance floor. Then, he asks, “Hey do you want something to drink?” and I respond, “Yeah, a beer would be great!” Heads up, the legal drinking age is 18 in Spain, I was totally in the clear. Anyways, WhatsHisName and I sip on our beers and watch the dancers. As the night progressed I danced with several guys, all of which unfortunately did not know I could not dance until we were on the dance floor. For the most part I held my own pretty well and with the exception of two dances. One with a man who was so tall I was staring into his arm pit the whole time, and one with a man who had a very well manicured mustache, but my favorite dance, by far was with Santiago.
Alright, so if I had to put money on it, I’d say I was the youngest one in this club, which makes sense. My host mom and her friends are in their mid forties so of course they’d run with an older crowd. Santiago was my small token from God. First, after clumsily dancing with an older gentleman I head back to the bar to sip my beer and stand next to my friend WhatsHisFace when “Besame” by Elvis Crespo comes on. I love this song! Even more so, this is the only song that I can sing every single word in Spanish, and I even dance in my dorm room to this song! I think to myself, “I cannot not dance to this song,” and that’s when I spot Santiago.
He’s at the bar wearing a plaid shirt, hipster glasses, black jeans and converser. His shaggy black hair falls perfectly on to his 20 something year old face! He is absolutely adorkable! So I walk up to him and this was how our conversation went . . .
Me: “¿Quieres bailar?” / Wanna’ dance?
Santiago: “No sé cómo bailar: / I don’t how.
Me: “Perfecto, yo tampoco.” That’s perfect because neither do I.
Santiago: “¿Qué?” What?
Me, now shouting because the music is super loud: “No sé como bailar!” I don’t know how to dance!
Santiago: “¡Yo tampoco!” / Me neither!
Me: “¡Vamanos!” / Let’s go!
And some how his awkwardness and my awkwardness were totally in sync as we danced to the sweet sound of Elvis Crespo. We were like two junior high kids at their first Spanish spring fling! He even twirled me and led the entire dance. Afterwards he asked where I went to school, I responded La Universidad de Navarra to which he responded well I guess I’ll see you on campus. Then we parted, I drank the rest of my beer, danced some more, and then at 3:30 we peaced out and drove home. Despite not knowing a single Spanish dance, I had a blast! I cannot wait to go to school and make some friends closer to my age! Below are other highlights of the day . . .
1.) Went to lunch to celebrate Elena’s dad’s birthday. We went to this fancy restaurant, had a huge lunch then came home and took a siesta. I felt wonderfully lazy.
2.) Elena’s family has officially adopted me and I now have Spanish grandparents, an uncle, and a mother.
3.) I think I may have seen my mentor, Dino. . . . So for school I signed up for the mentoring program, basically the university will pair a foreign exchange student with a full time student (kind of like our Global Ambassador program) and this person is supposed to help you get adjusted. Well, I’m friends with my mentor on Facebook and I swear I passed him on the streets tonight. I’m going to write him an email and see if it was him. . .
Anyways, that was my second day of Spain. I’m going to go wash my face, brush my teeth, and go to bed! This chica needs some sleep!