Don’t call my name, Alejandro
Yesterday was pretty amazing, I must say. Laura and I went to the bullfight, and right after we went to the discoteque.. so we were dressed up for that, because going home is a pain in the ass.. I appreciate the luxury of my car! So here she was in a black slinky dress, and I was wearing a hot pink dress with super uncomfortable heels.. Amazing story with that!
Went to the club, got a male beauty pageant, which at first seemed.. just odd by American standards, but I have come to appreciate such things. By such things, I mean the swim wear portion. Yes, I do have a photo to share with you all. Jajajaja..
But I’m about to leave for Granada in a few minutes, I’m hoping the hotel has a computer center.
P.S. Although I have yet to find Alejandro, I did meet Alberto last night. And got his number, with my pseudo Spanish. So proud. Much easier than talking to American guys.. which means, guys, I might not come back!
Jk.
I miss my car, my bunny, and most importantly— YOU.
