Getting canned at the CanCan

Just got back from salsa class with 7 of the girls in our group. That was hoot and a half. We had to run away at intermission because the men we were forced to dance with were real creepy.

Our first night in Alcala we went to the much raved about “Can Can”. Fortunately for Paige and I the oh so popular hot spot is located right next to our apartment. With no cell phone Paige and I left our apartment on our way to the center to meet up with all of our friends. To our surprise we ran into everyone one minute away from our house. When we got to CanCan all of us were sober, however, that was quick to change. Given the relationship that Loyola has with this town, and the fact that we are a notorious group, we were given complimentary “blue raven” shots from our immediate bartender friend Roberto. What started off as sipping on cocktails and shaking our hips quickly changed to people dancing on stage, one hopping behind the DJ booth, body shots, grinding, and several girls in the group falling in love with a gorgeous Spaniard named Max. After CanCan we all headed to a super poppin club called ManaMana. Why both of our Thursday bars both have a double word name I don’t know. ManaMana was where it was at. There were all kinds of different people there. Not to my surprise Loyola kids were the only ones going nuts on the dance floor. They made me proud. At ManaMana I met a German boy that I spoke to for about two hours. Being that my Spanish is at a level zero it was really nice to talk to someone new and be able to understand them. Plus, I got to use the language that I’ve been learning for seven years, FINALLY. The next day we had to be awake by 9 which wasn’t easy but we put a post-it on the door with the time we wanted to be woken up by Miguel. On our tour everyone was still drunk. Some didn’t even make it, which made Maria Jose real heated. Walking through he cathedra  court yard Paige stumbled over a large nub that was sticking in the ground in order to make it so cars couldn’t drive through. When I went to pick her up I guess my hanging sachel was smeared in some sort of animal feces. By the time I realized I had poop on my bag it had already been smeared all over my thighs and butt. I started freaking out “DOES ANYONE HAVE A NAPKIN”!? Paige, the silly hooligan that she is, ran around telling everyone I got pooped on, therefore, everyone was laughing at me. Moments later Paige realized she had poop all over her legs too! We told Maria Jose and had to take a twenty minute detour in order to use el Bano (the bathroom). Last night (Tuesday) we all went to la Media Pinta, an American bar. Being that Alcala is so small, we ran into a lot of the same people from our first night, which was funny because we were all very clearly hot messes. When la Media Pinta closed at two we hall headed to mine and Paige’s neck of the woods to a disco techa, Gabana bar. Gabana bar was fully equipped with a fog machine and a dance floor that was screaming all of our names. In total I spent 5 euros which is approx 7 American dollars, not that much at all. At 4:30, when our calves were bleeding, we decided to call it quits and mosey on home to our respective casas. The next day, 5 of us made our way to McyD’s (naturally). The McDonalds here in Alcala is beautiful and the food is soo much better for some reason. They also sell onion rings, which weren’t that spectacular, I wouldn’t suggest them. All in all going out here isn’t much different from what going out at Loyola it’s just really nice to go somewhere other than Craigs for a change.