So that last post describes Tuesday of a few weeks ago. The following Thursday we began hearing a lot of construction outside our apartment during the day. Towards the afternoon I began hearing some very loud music coming from outside or windows. And then that night when we went for our evening walk we discovered that a stage had been built in the walkway outside our apartment and some type of music festival was being held there.
The party never stops here in the Born, our neighborhood. There were concerts Thursday through Sunday nights. Fortunately they realized that some people needed to work on Friday so they stopped the Thursday concert at about midnight. Of course on Friday they kept it going until about 1.30am. We figured there was just no chance of getting sleep so we decided to party like the natives. It's easy enough to do here. You eat dinner around 9 or 10pm (that's actually a little early by native standards). Then you grab your gelato or gofre (a belgian waffle with whatever topping you want) and walk for a few hours before heading to a bar to hang out with friends. At least that's our version of partying like the natives. We plan on going clubbing this weekend to find out how it's really done.
The nice thing is that one of Andrew's friends from work, Lizzie, and her partner, Rafa, own a small neighborhood bar and there's always someone we know there after midnight. Rafa is the gentleman in the middle. On the left are Mushtaq, who works with Andrew, and his girlfriend Justine. We won't be telling Mushtaq that we put this photo up since it's not his best work. The bar is like our very own Cheers. Dad, don't worry, we're not drinking and everyone knows it. Bars are just where you go when you want to be with friends and we still make it to church on time the next day. We haven't been late yet (I'll pause for stunned sighs from anyone who knows me). Of course it doesn't hurt that we don't have to be there until about 1pm.
The party never stops here in the Born, our neighborhood. There were concerts Thursday through Sunday nights. Fortunately they realized that some people needed to work on Friday so they stopped the Thursday concert at about midnight. Of course on Friday they kept it going until about 1.30am. We figured there was just no chance of getting sleep so we decided to party like the natives. It's easy enough to do here. You eat dinner around 9 or 10pm (that's actually a little early by native standards). Then you grab your gelato or gofre (a belgian waffle with whatever topping you want) and walk for a few hours before heading to a bar to hang out with friends. At least that's our version of partying like the natives. We plan on going clubbing this weekend to find out how it's really done.
The nice thing is that one of Andrew's friends from work, Lizzie, and her partner, Rafa, own a small neighborhood bar and there's always someone we know there after midnight. Rafa is the gentleman in the middle. On the left are Mushtaq, who works with Andrew, and his girlfriend Justine. We won't be telling Mushtaq that we put this photo up since it's not his best work. The bar is like our very own Cheers. Dad, don't worry, we're not drinking and everyone knows it. Bars are just where you go when you want to be with friends and we still make it to church on time the next day. We haven't been late yet (I'll pause for stunned sighs from anyone who knows me). Of course it doesn't hurt that we don't have to be there until about 1pm.
3 comments:
znachi taka se raboti v ispania a?? yasna mi e rabotata!!
Taka e tuk.
OK. If you say so.
Love, Dad
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