Manuel Mayor shared with us a fun story about Carnavale traditions after class today, when we were chatting about our weekends. (Akin wasn't the only one to go to Granada from the Delaware group; Andrew - the first one in the alphabet - and Hilary also visited.) It used to be the way that, during Santa Semana (Holy Week), all the prostitutes in town would be rounded up and taken to live on an island so that the good men of the pueblo wouldn't be tempted by their wily ways. After Carneval, though, any meat that was left had to be disposed of somehow, so it would be gathered and the men of the town would pass through the waters and *ahem* throw their meat at the prostitutes. Oh my.
Lunch was a new meal: una cazuela habichuelas blancas, una patata, tajadas de churrizo
(white beans, a hunk of potato, and slices of sausage). Num num num.
Since April isn't too far away, it's about time to plan for spring break; so, for siesta, we met up at the Caf y T on the corner to enjoy their coffee and their wifi. (Incidentally, I feel as though I've seen that mark before, the Caf y T logo, like in Costa Rica or Peru. I'll post pictures and see what you guys think.) Unfortunately, the wifi router was broken, but the coffee and the pound cake I ordered were yummy (if a bit dry -- the pound cake, that is). The people who actually wanted to research trips walked up to the CLM school building, where I joined them later, to take advantage of wifi without too many people in the building. General conclusion of the afternoon: Laura, Karen, and I will probably take a little tour around Brussels, Stockholm, and ... um ... some other country up that away.
Dinner brought a new delight: a hamburger. A straight-up ham-burger, like a ham pattie grilled on the stove. None of this ground beef and lettuce & tomato business for Carmen, nope, just a ham pattie. It was actually okay, just a little .. um .. pink. Of course, we also had boquerones fritos,
fried anchovies, which I'm getting better at eating: I've learned to take off the head first, split open the fish, and peel out the spine (which takes off the tail, too). S'ok, just a little messy. They go nicely with the tomato chunks Carmen serves alongside them, too.
Since I feel like it's the thing to do here after dinner on an off-night, I went out for tapas with Kristen Cadillac, one of the girls from the trip. Since we were both feeling pretty relaxed, I found us this little tapas bar / cafetera which looked genial, not too busy, just a few tables; so we sat there for a while, chatted, had a few beers (Cruzcampo) and tapas. The camarero brought us out first little sammiches of what looked like chicken breast with cheese, along with a bunch of potato chips, for the first round; and on the second round, a long slice of cured ham on bread. Quite a genial evening, we went home when the bar closed around 12:30 or 1am.