Today, we took a nap at 9:30pm to about 11:15pm, and we thought it'd be too late to salsa dance like we had planned. Marianne and Shivani woke up and decided to get out of bed and salsa, which really is no easy feat. I decided to go too so as to get some dancing practice. We go down to the Sol area where all the clubs are. Happy days!
Immediately we are met with a bunch of people in the streets, offering us free drinks so as to get us into the bars. First, we went to a place called Cardamomo, which supposedly is the best salsa dancing place in the area, according to an online review. We went in, and were offered free drinks, which we took for the most part, but we realized that the dance floor was empty, literally empty. It wasn't even playing salsa music. After a while, we realize that there's an entrance at the back to another area for dancing. It was the salsa dancing floor! They were playing the right music, there was a small bar, there were tables on the sides and the lighting was just right. But alas, there was no one on the dance floor. A couple spanish-looking men were seated at a table far across from us, and there were a couple of spanish-looking ladies seating at a table next to us but that was it. The spanish-looking ladies rolled their eyes and shrugged their shoulders, gesturing that they share our frustration. We sat around a bit more while Jake texted us the location of the other Salsa club we wanted to hit. Coverage by "Happy" was not very good however, and we did not receive the text until we got back late that night.
We leave the place and call Jake, and finally were able to find our way to the other club, El Son. On the way there, one of those guys came up to us and offered us a free drink at his salsa club. We looked at his flyer and there it is! He works for El Son. So we follow him to the club but he tells us that we have to pay 6 euros to get in. BOO!! (although it looked like people were filing in anyway and they were playing the right music). So we decided to leave, and the El Son guy heckles us again, this time we don't respond, and he calls us LOSERS. In English. I should've called him a perdedor (or so Google Translate tells me) right back, I shall react quicker next time now that this word is in my spanish vocab.
Shivani and I were hungry, so we stop at a Mexican place to get stuff to go. That's right! We came all the way to Spain and ate Mexican food. There's comfort in familiarity I guess :) Oh and we found a 1.5L bottle of Fanta and were absolutely ecstatic. We paid 3 euros for that bottle and took it back to the hostel. Kinda shows you our value system (refuse to pay 6 euros for salsa dancing but pay 3 euros for bottle of Fanta). I guess it's my value system since I was the one who decided to buy it. Damn you Jake, it's all your fault for making Fanta look so delicious!
Anyway, we're all back in the hostel, safe and sound. Another good day. Buenas noches.
Spanish word of the day: resaca (hangover)
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