Sick, Beach Parties and Corpus Christi

De la Booster en la Feria. (What a camera, right?)

Motril, la playa de Granada

So, as the title states, I am sick as hell back in Granada now. I haven't updated in a while but I have finally found my pain-killer (prescribed) motivation to get back to typing. [I feel just like Franky Moody of Californication] with this stigma. Incredible show, you've got to watch. I relate it so much to myself and my significant other.

So, 6 ISA students all from different schools of Texas, GA and NY decided to take a 12 hour party trip to La Festival de San Juan. It's essentially a gargantuous beach party that last all day and night of the 2nd part of Corpus Christi. (CC is one of the largest celebrations in all of Spain, the celebration of the literal transformation of the Eucharist into the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ) This is the main difference between Catholicism and all other Christian religions.

San Juan festival durante Corpus Christi en Motril Playa.

So my classmates and I hope on the 5:30pm bus to Motril, the official beach of Granada, for a mere fair €5.24. Bryan and I knock a couple 40's back and once we arrived I immediately started speaking in Spanish to try to find the quickest and easiest way to the beach. We mostly wanted to walk, because walking is awesome, so every few hundred meters I asked a local for further directions. David Thompson, one bad ass mu-fu from Houston gave me the nicest compliment on my Spanish, combined with a joke that if we were to detour off the back ally road we were on no matter how good it was it wouldn't keep us from being gang-banged.

Directions from the nice Moroccan man

So we rocked some Notorious B.I.G and drank our tinto verano as we aimlessly walked at least 8 Kilometers, 6 more than needed, to the beach. Got directions from this awesss guy on a bike. (pic) We got there riiight before the sun went down. We did some swimming the the cold but amaazing Mediterranean Sea.

So, had dinner at a local joint, were treated real well. Played Circle of Death (these damn northerners have 100000 different ways to play, lame), played in a kiddie foam pool (The place at which I believe I contracted my sicknesses) and then went back to the beach to watch the mammoth sized fire.

It was a pretty incredible trip but idk if it was worth it after being this sick.

This is defffinitely how I got sick.

All day yesterday I slept at least 16 hours and today I slept about 14 hours. One week left of the trip, I need to be WELL soon and make the MOST of this.

So, I went to the hospital at 8:30 this morning. My amazing Program Director picked me in a taxi and translated pretty much everything for me because it was damn near impossible to speak.
Spain has Universal Health Care.

• The first thing they gave me was an Insulin IV. It helped numb the pain and hydrate me.
• They then did the normal procedures, temp, height etc
• I then waited in some room with 20 cramped other sick people and I dizzily slept the whole time.
• I got 2 X-rays, more tests and checked out.
• 3 prescriptions were only €16. I'll take that Universal Health Care. 

Bailed back home and my host madre has been taking care of me like an angel. She has all these homestyle remedies that are awesome. For instance, hot milk with sugar and tie with hot oil.

Greatness.

Now, I'm going to pass the F out.

I'l ad some pictures to this.

James Brown dancin' group at the Feria

Ferris Wheel at the Feria in Granada

La playa de Motril por la tarde.