Viva Sevilla

After being chastised for being a somewhat mediocre blogger from a "best" friend (hahaha jk), i guess i'll create a new post. Last night, I went to a bar with lots of my friends and we watched the Sevilla vs. Real Madrid game. It was intense. Not only did many of my girlfriends pick prospective boyfriends (most from Madrid--traitors), but Sevilla won! The atmosphere in the bar was tense and thrilling because there were fans for both teams. In fact, my friend tried to high-five a random guy after Sevilla's second goal, and he just wasn't having it. How was she supposed to know he was a Madrid fan if he was wearing a Lakers shirt? After the game ended, the Sevilla fans broke into song and paraded out of the bar, and the whole walk home motorcyclists were honking and waving little red and white flags.
Speaking of motorcycles, i feel like they are especially loud here. Not only are they everywhere (it is Europe, after all) but some people take their mufflers off! The kanis do it, i think. The kanis are the gang here, and one of their trademarks is a loud motorcycle, apparently. Their haircuts are usually a tip off as well, as they practically shave the sides of their heads but not the tops. And the girls always have crazy long hair, and loadddds of makeup. The other night i was bar-hopping with Morgan and Annie, and we saw some kanis. We were like, "be cool, kanis!" but it was kinda a joke too, because it was a group of guys. And, oddly enough, its the girls you have to watch out for. If you so much as give them a lingering glance, they try to fight you. Fortunately i haven't run into that particular problem yet.
So i'm pretty sure just about every girl in Sevilla is gorgeous. And i have to give them props, because they wear heels for hours and hours. They probably can't even feel their feet anymore! It's crazy, i dont know how they do it. My feet hurt by the end of the night, and i'm in cheap flats...
So my neighbors are staring at me right now. They have this thing where they think its ok to blatantly spy on us. One time Morgan, Izzy, and I were doing abs in the dining room and didnt know they were watching until Iva walked in to inform us that we had an audience. It's a little disconcerting to be having dinner or be doing homework and find our neighbors staring at us. But that's Spain!