Yesterday, however, after lecture, we had a free day. I went right back upstairs and took some down time. I did all my laundry (energy and water efficiently by hand) and organised some things. Michelle and I had plans to go to the Expo and stay into the night. She was very patient with me, as I tend not to be so great at being on time with social events, and waited for me to do laundry and whatnot. She got to use my computer, too, which helped. Right before we left, I asked her if she had her ticket, and when it was discovered that she did not, she went to tear her room apart looking for it. She couldn't find it, so we tried to orchestrate using someone's bracelet (hard to break off) and ticket for re-entry so that she could do, but to little avail. People were down at the pool, and we went to ask them, only to sort of degrade into deciding to lay out in the sun for a while. Alejandro was nice enough to let Michelle have his ticket, which hadn't even been used for its third day, so our problem was solved. After more of my lying around by the pool and Michelle's patient impatience, we changed and left for the Expo with plans to meet everyone around 2230 for this Zaragoza Love night show or something. The Expo proved to be quite nice at night: not too hot, light until 2300 (o, Spain), but crowded with the people who buy the cheaper tickets for only past 2000. The following pictures were taken at 2118, and you can tell that the sun is setting, but still up.
Michelle and I adventured around, seeing different pavilions and some of the themed parts, like the 'Ciudades del Agua.' We had to be silly Americans for just a few pictures, but we were really just being proud Bostonians. In the exit room, parts of the walls were just long, black tubes that provided different views of the Ebro and the city.
We even saw some giant fruit...
Neustra Sigñora del Pilar is pretty all lit up at night, as seen with the incredible zoom and night-time picture-taking capabilities of my camera.
We met up with everyone (except for AJ, who ditched us!), including Luis and Ezequiel, at the amphitheatre for the show.
We sat, and I went to wait for AJ, who, as mentioned, decided not to show up. Mica passed me and let me know that everyone was down right by the stage. When Mica returned in a few minutes from his brief excursion, I joined him down to the pit.
O, my. So the Zaragoza Love was a disco-themed event, celebrating 'Noche Ibicenca.' Apparently, Ibiza (Català 'Eivissa', with Ibicenca Spanish for 'of Ibiza,' methinks) is some crazy island (edit: it's the third largest of the fifty Balearic islands, thank you, Wikipedia) that just parties all the time. The DJ played some American music, none of which I knew, but we danced and danced right next to the railing. The floor wasn't too tightly packed, but those people who were there seemed to be teeny-bopping Spaniards, all of whom were smoking, much to my dismay. I'm pretty sure that I smoked about five fags last night, and I could feel it in my lungs. None of these teeny-boppers were dancing, really, either, but our small group was going kind of crazy without care. It was nice just to dance for once, especially to the unique show, and all this without any alcohol, because I'm just sort of insane, anyways.
There were monokini-clad dancing girls, hot men in kilt-like things and suspenders only, a guy on stilts, two fire-dancers, an electric violinist, and some men on djembe.
I would like to play his djembe. Or the Cuban's electric violin, for that matter.
We had some good fun, which was awkwardly interrupted by some drunk boys who kept trying to dance with us. Thank you, Mica, for being our brother. The guys, however, did manage to get into some group pictures, but none of mine.
All in all, Kristina's face (complete with sweet sunglasses from some cute looked-like-he-was-from-Connecticut in-a-pink-striped-button-down-shirt Spaniard who was dancing nearby) pretty much sums up the evening:
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