Sorry everyone, I know I'm falling behind, but I imagine you all would prefer a paragraph now to a full page in a week, so here goes.
Friday night started off well enough, as I went with my two Polish roommates to meet some other Erasmus students at a local bar area. We hung around the metro stop as we waited for everyone to arrive, then headed to a nearby bar where a live band was playing British/American music (e.g. Coldplay). Everything there was far too expensive (E3 beer?!) so eventually we broke off from everyone else and headed to Plaza del Sol where we intended to meet our other roommates. My Polish roommates found a bar while I waited around for Cyril and Ashley (my French and South African roommates respectively), but after waiting for nearly an hour after they were supposed to arrive, I gave up and decided to the bar.
But when I did, I saw someone else I knew: Camille and Duncan. Strangely, despite knowing a grand total of about 30 people in this entire city of four million people, I ran into two that I know. So I decided to take Duncan and Camille to the bar to meet my roommates and Guillerme, a Brazilian guy who was also tagging along with us.
So we hung out in that bar for a while and listened to far too much American music (including things like YMCA of all possibilities) even though it was supposed to be some sort of "Irish" pub. I don't understand these Spaniards and their takes on English-Speaking society.
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