Day Ten: In Which we Fail to find The Gays, and Everyone Claps

Yesterday there was a Granada pride event on, so Rachel and I headed downtown to try to find the Fuente de las Batallas. This was a fountain were supposedly there was a body painting and drag queen competition going on at 2pm, so we were very excited to see it!

We walked to the fountain, but nothing was going on… The only other thing we saw were other confused-looking gay people and couples wandering around. At one point a girl with rainbow eye makeup on approached us and asked if we were also looking for the drag queen competition and if we knew where it was? I only just understood that, as my vocab in Spanish is so low right now that only every third word or so gets through. We talked and walked for a bit, and she said we could check at the tourist offices nearby and they might be able to tell us what's going on. During the conversation I learned that she was from Honduras, but had lived here for a good couple years now. She had come down here expecting a pride event, but was equally as confused as us.

At the tourist centre, the people there tried to find anything online about the event being cancelled, or moved, anything- but the internet was bare of info. All we could find was the original event info, which was clearly wrong as nothing was happening out there… The employees gave us rainbow Granada Pride bracelets and sent us on our way.

The girl headed home after that (I completely forget her name!), and so did we.

We'll see if we run into each other tomorrow at the pride parade (if that's not also mysteriously not happening!).

We got some ice cream treats on the way home to cheer us up; we had really been looking forward to the mystery cancelled event. I got a mango slushie and Rachel picked out one of the five or so dairy-free options. They have AMAZING sorbet here, it just looks exactly like ice cream but tastes more like fruit and has no milk in it. They got lemon sorbet and I had a few licks- delicious.

Bonus: A very very skinny street

That evening we were in for a real treat- El Templo del Flamenco. An amazing tapas dinner and a flamenco show at the same time. The tapas were great, and our strategy of both eating what we can worked pretty well until we got to the flan, at which point we both just ate it and felt a bit bloated afterward. But all of it was so good! My favourite was the potato, egg, ham, and green pepper dish.

The dancing and music was also spectacular! Makes me want to run away and do flamenco in Spain. The clapping was constant and it seemed like the kind of environment where we could join in, but I was too nervous to do much else than clap along quietly while leaning my elbows on the table.

You could tell that the band was very close-knit, because the reactions and communication on stage were very tight. The guitarist was very skilled, but there were parts where he dropped out and all you could hear were the taps of the dancers and the clapping of hands.

All in all, an amazing night, and a wonderful date :)