Right now I’m sitting in a bar with Andres “studying” for my final tomorrow on the entire history of Spain. From the Romans to today. That's a lot of history. They’re playing some awesome music from the 80’s. All the Spanish people here are probably like “wtf… why are these crazy Americans at a bar at 1 a.m. on a Friday night doing work.” I think we’re asking ourselves the same question. In the past 2 weeks I’ve taken more than 100 pages of notes in this class. We also have a 6 page paper due tomorrow. Sweet.

If it were possible to get stressed out in Spain… I think I was the closest to being stressed this morning. The bank ate my credit card. I tried to explain what happened to the teller, and that was only minutely successful. I left with no more money than when I had entered. At least it prevented me from spending money shopping- my original intentions for the morning.

Our internet is finally installed! But it’s not going to actually work until the 9th.