"What do you eat, a rock or a piece of cake?" my art history teacher asked me during class today when I said I think I understood what she was saying about the historic building in question. I answered a rock. I would eat a rock. My Spanish is really coming along.
I have a test in this class that is taught solely in Spanish this Wednesday. I'm expecting a solid "A."
Last week in Salsa i punched a girl in the face. We were learning a new step. I was really committed to the movements I was making and somehow my closed fist collided with this girl's cheek. Audibly hard. Aggressive. Impressed with my strength, appalled at my grace and dancing ability.
Friday night I went out with Stephanie, Jaime, and Jonathon to this DELICIOUS restaurant called Ojala. We ate downstairs and there was sand all over the floor and pictures projected on the walls of beach scenes. We sat on pillows on the ground and a low table with our feet in the sand. We had DELICIOUS tapas and mojitos and vino. They are SUCH funny guys! I impressed everyone with my new learned Spanish expressions that I just had a test over. "Hace buen migas" -we are good friends, basically- was my response for being late as always. We could write on the bathroom walls, so i indulged in that activitiy. Luego, fuimos a discotecha, Joy, and had an interesting night meeting Swedens, attempting to learn French, and watching dancers wearing diamonds and not much else in giant champagne cups onstage. I gave someone my autograph who swore I was his true love.
The next day it rained allll day and Stephanie and I went shopping. All i bought was socks, after hours of shopping. That's just really sad. My shoe broke so I was walking around barefoot the whole time. That is literally the 5th shoe that has broken this month. Luckily(?) I brought hundreds of pounds of luggage so that's not really a problem.
That night it was raining and so I confess to having my first "lame" night in Madrid. I went to Burger King and left with a beer to go (in a to-go cup from tap? Burger Kind beer wasn't bad?), bought ice-cream and Notting Hill, and sat in my bed listening to rain, eating my body weight in healthy food, and watching Hugh Grant. Now that I went to London and visited the Notting Hill area and the market that Grant lives by I recognized all of the places in the movie...
Rastro market Sunday morning did bad things to my wallet but great things to the people I will be giving gifts to upon my return. I DID buy black boots without heels for six euros and had to flat iron the tassles with my straightener so they didn't look like a wild animal (6 EUROS). Excellent purchase.
Tomorrow is a National Holiday in Spain celebrating when Columbus first set foot in America. I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS. being American and all. I will most likely have celebrity status tomorrow.
I have a stalker at my gym. I believe he eats small children and has lost his neck somewhere. He follows me everywhere I go and breathes really loud. It's absolutely TERRIFYING. I'm missing running in the mountains by my lonesome. I would rather catch a rainstorm on a back road than someone's eye and body odor. My abdominales teacher recognizes me now and asks me how I am. I've reached "regular" status. Yes.
Fiesta tonight, discovering AMERICA tomorrow.
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