Coveting some LEETHAHH. (from my teacher?)

I forced myself to stay in this weekend to try to relax and catch up on homework, since many people were out of town anyways. What, might you ask, has happened to my "when in Spain..." mentality? Oh it has died along with the rest of my internal organs from lack of sleep. Four hours and less per night hasn't been cutting it the past few weeks, and I am severely afraid of getting sick since the next three weekends are devoted to Ireland, France with Jill, and Prague and Amsterdam.
While I did go out Thursday night for a good ole' American night of card playing, being something less of a human on three hours of sleep while touring a gorgeous monastery in the mountains all day Friday with my art history class caused me to reassess my health decisions. The monastery was beautiful, and my super chic, 65 year old teacher (she thought I asked her age when I really was trying to ask about her grandchildren) decked out in leggings (she's hot) was very knowledgeable on all of the art the monastery encompassed. The basilica located in the monastery was unlike any church I've seen thus far with fresco paintings covering the tall, tall ceilings and large columns. It struck me as odd when I looked up to see boobs on the church's ceiling. The artist was thinking ahead when he painted naked women on the ceiling anticipating men falling asleep during sermons? Terrible joke. The library was also my favorite inside the monastery, and like the basilica the ceiling was also engulfed in a fresco painting, this time of all naked men (note: that's not the reason the library was my favorite. and proportions were way off...?). I asked my art teacher why everyone was undressed, and she said it better showed the movement of their bodies... I'll use that next time someone comments on my short shorts. It's art, creative movement. Walking out of the monastery my teacher offered me a cigarette...Spain is also different because my other Spanish teacher wore a leather skirt to class, which is an item that I have been looking for since I got here...LEEETHAHH.
I would LOVE to see a Baylor professor in leather. Or a Baylor student for that matter. Will be depressing when i return to Texas and stop seeking fashion advice from my hot Spanish teachers. Speaking of Baylor our football team is doing phenomenal and actually winning quite a few games. Sic em.
I walked around Bilbao area yesterday with ambitions to find a Starbucks to buckle down and catch up on reading. The shopping district of Madrid has its enchantments however and I was lured in window shopping and coveting some fantastic heels. However, this poor college student traveling the world made one single purchase of Spain's version of Top Ramen while going in and out of Madrid's hottest stores. That's just sad. While in Starbuck I did however make a purchase of what probably amounted to an eight or nine US dollar cup of coffee (can I just be done with the euro please?) and reflected on how truly blessed I am. Even though I'm sleep-deprived, language deficeint in Spanish (and English lately?), and truly missing spicy food, I am exactly where I am supposed to be not according to my plan but His, and that is so satisfying.