There are a lot of lucky things about being a second year, and one of them is having friends in different regions of Spain to visit. Eliminating the possibility that Javier Bardem would see me and invite me to be his lover in Oviedo, I went anyways with home base in Gijon; a lush green coastal city with sidra, playa, Nicole, and getting fat all fabada long.
Every time I leave Logrono I get jealous that I don’t live in a city with a Corte Ingles, cooler buildings, more exciting nightlife, Mexican food, etc..but then I remember that I really like the school that I work at, my friends, and my easy simple life in La Rioja.
Contest: Logrono has really yummy wine, Gijon has yummy sidra. Wine not?! It’s a draw at this point.
I first tried sidra in San Sebastian, or at least somewhere near it. I remember a bus ride, walking up a hill, eating a dead animal, giant sidra barrels, hoping the bus would come back, napping on the bench and asking bus, bus? at the cafe nearby, and then doing a powerpoint about it and how I noticed Spaniards can’t not have a loaf of bread at any given moment. Basque sidra is different though. You don’t have to be a professional pour-er to drink it such as me….
Gijon was also nice and festive for us with lights, poinsettias, SANTA, and the Reyes magos.
Pomme cuite cafe! The cutest place with yummy breakfast items.
I’m not usually an impulse shopper. I’m not usually a shopper at all which sometimes shocks people since I’m pretty into fashion and cute stuff. If i’m with my mom and sister, I find a seat next to the dads, boyfriends, and little brothers because I always like the idea of shopping more than the reality of it.
When I saw this hat in Corte Ingles, I had an immediate connection. As soon as I tried it on in the store I knew I would buy it. Then a man came up to me and I thought he was going to yell at me for wearing it around and taking pictures in it but he just wanted to know If I wanted a corte ingles card….I said I’m from Logrono….no hay corte ingles. Triste.
Just ignore my claw like hand and it’s not a bad picture.
These photos below are from Oviedo.
And back in Gijon a photo shoot for tourism.
I wish I had taken a few more pictures, and written this blog sooner after the trip since I forgot a lot of details such as when we went to Oviedo …but I know I was too busy soaking up all the fun and beauty.
The funniest pictures might have been from our night out dancing where I was flailing so much that I could only drink water to keep myself going. Then when Gagnam style came up one boy brave enough to approach our group asked me where we were from….”because I know you’re not from here.”
Not trying to blend in by any means good sir.
I’m now in the final stretch before vacation and I’m so ready for Sevilla and some time with my parents. 2012 has been a nice year, but i think 2013 will be even better.