November 11/21

     The past two weeks have gone better than I would have imagined. The shadow of loneliness feels distant, almost nonexistent, ever since I decided to be a social butterfly. That sounded quite icky, and 18 yr old me would have punched myself for saying that but it's the truth. I’ve been diving head first into wine lover meet-ups, Sunday morning yoga sessions, language exchanges, and karaoke nights. Busy? Oh, I’ve been busy. The amount of “Hellos” and “My name is…” exchanges at these events has been endless, but I've truly enjoyed meeting every person that I have come across. 

    Apart from the people I have met, Granada has graced me with another great bar find called: Lemon Rock. Picture a dive-meets-rock bar, buzzing with a youthful and older crowd belting out to Madonna and the Cranberries. Completely my vibe. If you know me, you know how much I love a dirty, sticky floored, somewhat cheap beer dive bar- and I think that this bar is hitting my criteria of a perfect dive bar. I would like to explain what I mean by “somewhat cheap” beer, in Spain beer is around 2,00-3,50€  in which I have grown accustomed to the 2€ caña in Zamora. While in Granada, it will run you upwards to 3,00-3,50€. Not outrageous, but when you’re surviving on 800€ a month, every euro counts. Plus, I’ve been spoiled rotten.
    That brings me to another issue: money. I am constantly worried about it. I am so sick of thinking about money. Every. Single. Day. It’s a constant worry when I want to get myself a coffee or when I go grocery shopping that I am calculating, deducting, and asking myself, “Do I really need this?”. Maybe this will begin my unintentional Marie Kondo era of minimalism. But, then again, I doubt Marie Kondo accounted for Granada having an abundance of thrift stores and irresistibly trendy bars and cafes. Minimalism and this city do not mix well.