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Viejitos

So I know I told you guys I would keep writing about last week until I caught up, but, writing about the past is harder than I thought. Especially when so much has happened since then. Times like these that I wish I had the memory of that guy who still brags about being the captain of his high school basketball team.

Experiences with Viejitos (Little old men)

Tarde: The evening started when I walked with my friends Madi and Dani to get a coffee before the both of them had class. We stopped at this gorgeous little yellow stucco cafe on the river that we had talked about wanting to go to. They have a bunch of cute iron chairs and tables on top of the building, but the camareros said it wouldn't be enjoyable to sit up there yet because of the wind. Personally, I think I've endured worse minus the amazing view. We ordered 3 cafe con leches and Madi ordered a slice of chocolate cake for all of us to share ("Bruce!" chant).  Meanwhile, an old man eating tomato guzpacho tried practicing his english on us, which was cute until our cake came out. "You are fat! You going be FAT!!" he practically yelled through a toothless mouth that still had remnants of his meal in it. We sipped on our tiny coffees uncomfortably and eventually, I think he stopped laughing. 

La Noche: Early in the evening Madi and I met at a tapas bar next to our buildings where she was eating with her Señora. Two viejitos sat with us while we guzzled down a glass of wine and were presented with yet another feast of swine (I'll post about the pig obsession here soon enough). Madi's Señora, Belen, told us that the 2 viejitos were flamenco enthusiasts, and of course, we solicited a performance. Soon enough the little old men were banging a beat on the table, clapping their hands and singing a warbled tune. One of the guys asked if we knew of Billie Holiday. Yes. I requested the most popular song he knew- and so I'm expecting to hear something like "I'll Be Seeing You," better known by idiots like me as Noah and Allie's song. But, no. We got something much better: a very enthusiastic Spanish rendition of a supposed Billie Holiday song that questionably exists. So much warble. So much entertainment. Definitely going back for more of that.

La Mañana: At night we had gone to Marca, where on Tuesday nights they have Beer Pong tournaments reminiscent of a bottom tier fraternity party- but placed in a pretty cool club. I know it's legit because at Marca, they also have one of those logo backdrops where girls who think they're on the red carpet can get a picture, go and find it on the club website, and post it as their profpic like they're some kind of celebrity. Anyway, I got home fairly late, woke up slightly later than I wanted to and was semi-late to class mostly because I can never find my way to the damn place. I asked a viejito in a paper boy hat and khaki blazer for directions and the cute little guy walked me all the way to calle Muñoz y Pabón, (where the ciee center is). We chatted in Spanish the whole way as he told me about his love for this city. I bet he has made some awesome memories here.