más mal suerte y un viaje a córdoba

so I’ve decided I have basically the worst almost-bad luck of anyone I know. literally. because it seems like every time I have bad luck, it’s solamente ‘almost-bad luck’ because nothing seriously bad comes out of it.

take, for example, my post from a couple days ago. I lost my passport, but then found it. I got stuck in an elevator, and then got rescued. and I couldn’t find the flamenco dancing place, but I’m going there again soon so it really didn’t matter.

and then there was this week, when someone followed me home and tried to mug me in an elevator, but I managed to get away without losing any money or anything.

geez louise.

so wednesday night after going out with some friends, I was walking home alone (only for maybe two blocks) pretty late after walking another friend back to her place, when I noticed I was being followed. I started walking a little faster because I was only 100 feet or so from my apartment, but then I noticed he was still behind me. so I tried to slip into my apartment building before he could, but the doors are really heavy and close slowly, so he got in.

I tried to get in the elevator before he could, but again he slipped in since the door wouldn’t shut, after which he demanded my money and cell phone. I said I didn’t have any and that he needed to ‘vaya,’ aka go. but he refused and kept demanding money and tried to get it out of my pockets. I continued to yell no and vaya and tried to wrestle away from him, because European elevators are EXTREMELY cramped and there was basically no room, and after struggling for a bit I succeeded and was out.

but then he kept demanding money while trying to hit me and yelling that he was gonna kill me and whatnot. and finally after saying for the millionth time that I didn’t have any money or a phone and that he needed to go somewhere else, he finally gave up or was scared of me (I prefer the latter) and said he was sorry and left.

great story.

but on a happier note

seth came to visit this weekend and on saturday we went to córdoba, a city muy cerca (close) de sevilla. it was really really fun. there was this HUGE mosque (which is mesquita in Spanish, which is really close to sounding like mosquito, which I’ll admit I said more than once) which was taken over by the catholics in the 1200’s or something like that and turned into a cathedral. we also went to this huge palace, aka alcazar, which had beautiful gardens in the back. then we also went to a synagogue, two house tour things, and a bunch of plazas and stuff. along with just walking through the city.

so that was pretty much awesome.

let’s see, what else has happened lately …

ummmm, I visited the alcazar in sevilla on thursday, which was way better than córdoba’s cuz it’s gardens were wayyyyyyy bigger. I went to mass yesterday in the huge cathedral in sevilla, which was interesting. I could follow most of the service and I understood that the gospel was on the woman at the well story, but that was about all. I definitely didn’t know any of the responses or stuff like that. and today I started my new classes since my other one was just for the first three weeks, and so far my classes seem pretty cool. I’m taking Spanish-American civilization, a grammar course, and art history of spain.

and I suppose that is it for now. cuz I can’t think of much else to say and this is getting pretty long.

I hope anyone reading this checked out the link to my photo album online. cuz it took me forever to put those photos up and they’re pretty cool.

and that is all.

hasta luego. (until next time)