So, this past weekend was a little tradition in my city known as las castanas (translation: the chestnuts). Originally, the tradition was that everyone went out into the campo and ate and roasted chestnuts and had a good time. Lets just say times have changed.
Now for las castanas, the teenagers as young as 13 go out to a park near the city that is part of the university and drink. A lot. Seriously the amount of alcohol consumed on this one day was insane. Three people had to be sent to the hospital because of overdoses (two of them were from our school, and our school is tiny, a bit embarrassing). I will admit it was fun to see all of my friends and hang out in the park but it was just not all that it was made up to be. Maybe I was just too sober ;)
After, I decided to go home a little early so I left with one of Carmen's friends. For some reason still unknown to me, we WALKED HOME. from the countryside. to my apartment in the city center. I have to admit I felt pretty adventurous. Adventurous and dead, but adventurous! There were also some great views of the parte antiguo all lit up and on a hill (sounds like a bible verse, something about a city on a hill can not be hid?) Anyways I looked it up later and it turns out the walk was only a couple of kilometers but I was so tired...
So all in all I have pretty mixed feelings about the castanas. Sorry that this post is super random, its late here and I'm tired, but I promised my spanish friend Marina I would update my blog tonight (te quiero <3)
besitosss
Bailey
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