Day 15

Hello everyone. I'm updating because I feel like I should, but I really don't have much to tell you. On my end, I had a great weekend. I went out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night and it was all really eventful and fun for me, but how many times can you tell the same "I went out, drank a lot, and talked to Europeans all night" story before it gets boring? I mean, I doubt it'll ever get old for me over my three months, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about it everytime.

(Side note- my señora is watching requiem for a dream in the other room. What a trip.)

So thursday night was the arsenal versus Barcelona game. I went home early because of a stomach ache, (Travel Tip #9: Splitting an entire pitcher of sangria with a couple friends, eating a full dinner in less than 10 minutes because you were supposed to meet your friends 10 minutes ago, and then running to a bar where you'll watch a game and drink another glass of wine will probably result in a stomach ache. I mean I'm not a doctor, so don't quote me on that, but yeah.) so I don't know the result of the game, but I think arsenal won. I suppose I'm on Barcelona's side, because Spain is a bit more relevant to my life than England. So anyway, yeah I went home really early, around 10:30, and slept. It was a school night anyway.

Friday night ended relatively early as well. And I'll emphasize once more that "early" is a relative term, because I went home at like 3:30ish. I also lost my phone, and another friend of mine lost her wallet. Probably, over all, one of the wilder nights we've had, which is saying something.

Saturday night started out slow. I was feeling a little bit sick, probably as a result of hanging out with everyone the night before. Just being in a different country meant that everyone got sick immediately, but I managed to remain healthy until I woke up Saturday morning. Shucks. And I'd been doing so well, too.

I happened to have a pen with me, so my friends and I decided to "keep score," as they say. The spaniards found it hilarious. Probably because they don't drink enough to have to count. But before i forget, I met one!!! It was awesome. I said before that I hadn't really met many spaniards. Yes, I'm surrounded by them, but it's hard to find and befriend the younger people. Especially because it's as though the ERASMUS have taken over. But anyway, I don't even really know if he counts, because he's spanish, but his father is british, so when he speaks English, he has an English accent. I mean, he's more a nomad than anything else, having lived in england, Spain, the united states, and, most recently, morocco (and probably more that I don't know about). People like this fascinate me, because I'd like to fancy myself a worldly and cultured person, but it's simply not true. The fact that I spent about a month traveling southern Europe, and now am living in Spain for three months, is nothing next to him when you consider that this is the only traveling I've done. Anyway, ERASMUS are cool, but it's nice to finally meet someone from Spain.

Alright, well I'm off to study. I have a test tomorrow. I know, it's a pain. School getting in the way of me living in Spain...

"El mundo es un libro, y aquellos que no viajan leen solo una pagina."