I just can't escape the Japanese.

Well, they are everywhere, I'm serious. You think that Japan is this little island country that was isolationist for hundreds of years (up until WWII that is). Well, not anymore, they have invaded the world and that includes Spain.

Last night, a few classmates, some other people, and I met at the Burger King and then went to a few bars. I found that that just isn't my cup of tea, but I enjoyed the night none the less. If it weren't for the loud music, I might have liked it more, but as it is, the music is cranked up so high, you can neither enjoy it nor the company of those around you. It is also very hard to comprehend anyone trying to speak English. Spanish just makes the situation harder.

So, we started out at one bar, and then after that went to another, because one of the guys had really wanted to see it. For me it didn't seem like anything special. Dark, loud music, two counters from which to serve drinks and a couple of tables. Smaller than the first place. So, we shout at each other, repeat a lot of "Como?" and "What did you say?"s, and try to talk to some Spanish dudes sitting at a table. They ask us where we are from, what's our names, how long are we staying in Granada, what are we studying, do we like it, you know the standard questions. And then while I am talking, I notice that two more of my classmates have showed up at the bar, (evidently it is popular,) and they have brought with them seven or eight of their Japanese friends. So we talk to them, some know English, but all seem to know Spanish better. After my conversations, I have found that it is easier to understand a Japanese person speaking Spanish than it is to understand the Spaniards speaking their own language.

So, yeah, last night was rather interesting...