Don't Walk, DANCE

So, my last week in Sevilla was pretty much everything it could ever be. I went barracha to my last exam, danced the night away, caused a scene and had an escape route....should I explain this?
So my last night me and my girls go out to a dinner at this AWESOME and CHEAP italian resturant called Mama Tia in Alfalfa and there was an evil party of 15 peple just HANGING out in Spanish fashion so we waited literally for 2 hours outside the resturant in 4-5' heels and dresses looking really cool haha. BUt the food was fabulous...got a little tipsy off some clearly expensive house wine and then went to the discoteca catedral which is our place on fridays. It was awesome! So many people and every one we knew was there and we were dancing for hours, until Kate and I were on a little ledge in front of the DJ booth and there is like a ceramic wall and then a 3-4' high glass panel and our friend Jevan was there too. Now mind you...Jevan is an airforce 250 pounder boy...so what happens? he pulls on the glass panel and Kate and I are on the ledge and glass goes crashing everywhere! The other DJ, not our good friend, comes out and freaks and we RUN. We tell Jen "WE HAVE A SITUACION RUNNNNN" and of course she as NO clue what is going on. WE get outside and Kate's leg was bleeding and Jevans hand is all cut up and my friend Talal, a dj there, rolls up and is just starting at us. Needless to say we left Sevilla on a high note. Everyone was ok....it was just so...US. hahaha
But then after my last week in Sevilla we headed on to ROme....when in rommeeeee....
but ROme was not that amazing. I mean SERIOUSLY NO ONE...i repeat...NO ONE takes tarjeta (credit card)...what the hell!??? Your a major city!!! bahh...but good pizza...creepier guys then Sevilla which I did not think was possible...and lots of ruins!
good times!
And now...I am back in los Estados Undios...of course...in DEirdre fashion...missing mi amor Sevilla!!