So my birthday here was pretty sweet. SPANISH STYLE, CHECK IT!
So no cake. Tears. Cake is served at birthday parties, but not normally for adults or teens. More tears.
I was having my party at the beach/park/pub sense everyone kept moving around and only 12 of the promised 40 came. Bummerrr.
But I finally got another debit card, which means I CAN GO BACK TO MY HELADARÍA AND ENGORGE MYSELF. Tears (of happiness)
Anywhooosee
The other week I learned that Macarena (the line dance....one and a two and a three Macareina) is a NAME. Of this chick that a guy is talking about. In Spanish it's super sexual, talking about giving your body to her. Then it segues into the background story of her boyfriend. Spainards are weeeird.
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