"You have delighted us long enough."
I updated my photos. They're at the link on the right that says "What does all this look like?" And I updated the link because I hadn't realized til recently it was still showing the old one.
Not too much has gone on, just living as much as I can while I'm still here. I finished my exams Tuesday. I know I passed all of them, and I'm pretty sure I have a B in all the classes except Translation in which there is a good chance I have an A. And I got my 10-page (mine was 8-page) Spanish culture paper back yesterday. I don't remember if I ever said anything about my satisfaction with my work... but I truly felt that using that paper to wipe my bum would have been a more useful reason for its existence. I got a B. Haha. Who knew?! The paper really deserved a C, any honest English professor would have given it a C-/D+. I'd like to know what would have happened if I had taken the time to write it, expanded on the one paragraph that concerned the culture part, re-read it, accurately cited my sources, etc. He probably would have made me president because a B for the piece of crap I handed in is just insane.
Anyway, I've been wandering about Madrid a lot lately, visited Retiro for a while to people-watch, Christmas shopping and such. I blend into the packed streets of holiday shoppers quite well. Shopping is a universally performed task, it speaks all languages. And I suppose the fact that we're all bundled up makes us appear less different. I mean, my coat is from Zara, THE Spanish clothing store. Except the bottom button got really loose and was starting to come off, so I "mended" it but now it's even looser except that it's not going to fall off anytime soon. Two of my four pair of jeans (the only pants I wear) have holes on the inner thighs. I mended one pair... pretty darn well if I do say so myself. (Get it? "darn"!) I've been looking for a new pair of jeans around here, but they do not make them for American girls. They come in my size, of course, but the waist is SO low and my bum is not that big so I don't understand why the waist needs to be that low. It just comes to the crack. That is ridiculous. These Spanish females have some pretty insane body builds, that's all I gotta say. Sara was nice enough to pretend we'd ever be the same size and offered to let me borrow a shirt. I pointed out I'd probably not fit even if just for the chestal region, and she said that I'd then just have a big escote (cleavage) and I could cover it up with a scarf. Then I mentioned how her shirt would be stretched out and she said never mind then. She's a sweet girl.
On Thursday night, a couple of the girls at school who share an apartment threw a Christmas party. Everyone from Suffolk was invited and we were supposed to dress up. We weren't there for too long because we were starting to bother the land-lady, but it was really fun to have everyone together and it not be cliquey like some other schools I know (cough, DULANEY, cough). After we all went to this club called Chesterfield's which I had avoided like the plague because all the fliers they send out are pictures of American kids looking like drunk American kids: oh yeahhhh let's go there while I'm in Madrid!! But it turned out to be not too bad, and about half Spanish kids. It was pretty fun, but I left a little early because I tried to wear high heels again and my toe still feels bruised, plus I felt sickish.
On Friday I went to a Mexican restaurant with Gisella, Kacie, and Stacy because we heard about it from some people at school. It was so very good. I got a pina colada, and they put cinnamon on top! I wasn't a huge fan of the cinnamon, and the drink was at least half rum so I could barely taste the pineapple coconut party. I don't think I've ever mentioned that if you go to a bar and order a vodka and fanta limón, for example, it's always half (and very often more) vodka and then limón. So the drinks are about €7-€8. BUT, in the U.S. it's at most a quarter of the alcohol and the drinks are about $3-$4. Then we met another friend Alejandro and went to this little bar that played rock music like The Doors and Jimi Hendrix, and had posters up on Pink Floyd, Bob Marley, The Beatles, etc. It was cool, except when it started to get crowded we realized everyone but us was in their late 20s - early 30s. I left because I was rather drained, and I again felt a little sickish.
The rest of the weekend, I went out and explored during the day and at night sort of rested because I did, in fact, get a cold. The cold is just now going away. A ton of other girls on my floor got colds or bad sicknesses, so I suppose I got off easy. I finished my exams and yesterday I went Christmas shopping. I'm just about finished. I have to get a few more things which I'm having difficulty finding, but that's it. Let's hope it all fits. After Christmas shopping, I went to TGI Fridays with about 5 other people for Happy Hour. Yeah, I know, one of my last few days in Europe and I go to TGI Fridays. Well let me tell you about Happy Hour: the drinks were half price, so I got this big huge drink (which was already kinda cheap at €6) for €3. The smaller drinks went down from €4 to €2. I tried some new drinks yesterday, it was really fun. After that we tried to go to Chesterfield's to meet up with other people, and it's supposed to be girls get in free before 1am, but they told us it was €10 to get in. Gisella and I flat out refused and walked away, but our other friends went in. I've been there and it is not worth even €5.
Tonight we plan to go to Kapital all night for our last hurrah. Tomorrow I have to pack and take my stuff to the Puertos so that I can leave for Italy Saturday morning at 5am. So that means that this will almost definitely be my last post in Europe. How incredibly sad. But I won't think about that today, I'll think about it tomorrow. Today, I'll pretend like it's not my last. I can't wait to come home and see everyone!
Not too much has gone on, just living as much as I can while I'm still here. I finished my exams Tuesday. I know I passed all of them, and I'm pretty sure I have a B in all the classes except Translation in which there is a good chance I have an A. And I got my 10-page (mine was 8-page) Spanish culture paper back yesterday. I don't remember if I ever said anything about my satisfaction with my work... but I truly felt that using that paper to wipe my bum would have been a more useful reason for its existence. I got a B. Haha. Who knew?! The paper really deserved a C, any honest English professor would have given it a C-/D+. I'd like to know what would have happened if I had taken the time to write it, expanded on the one paragraph that concerned the culture part, re-read it, accurately cited my sources, etc. He probably would have made me president because a B for the piece of crap I handed in is just insane.
Anyway, I've been wandering about Madrid a lot lately, visited Retiro for a while to people-watch, Christmas shopping and such. I blend into the packed streets of holiday shoppers quite well. Shopping is a universally performed task, it speaks all languages. And I suppose the fact that we're all bundled up makes us appear less different. I mean, my coat is from Zara, THE Spanish clothing store. Except the bottom button got really loose and was starting to come off, so I "mended" it but now it's even looser except that it's not going to fall off anytime soon. Two of my four pair of jeans (the only pants I wear) have holes on the inner thighs. I mended one pair... pretty darn well if I do say so myself. (Get it? "darn"!) I've been looking for a new pair of jeans around here, but they do not make them for American girls. They come in my size, of course, but the waist is SO low and my bum is not that big so I don't understand why the waist needs to be that low. It just comes to the crack. That is ridiculous. These Spanish females have some pretty insane body builds, that's all I gotta say. Sara was nice enough to pretend we'd ever be the same size and offered to let me borrow a shirt. I pointed out I'd probably not fit even if just for the chestal region, and she said that I'd then just have a big escote (cleavage) and I could cover it up with a scarf. Then I mentioned how her shirt would be stretched out and she said never mind then. She's a sweet girl.
On Thursday night, a couple of the girls at school who share an apartment threw a Christmas party. Everyone from Suffolk was invited and we were supposed to dress up. We weren't there for too long because we were starting to bother the land-lady, but it was really fun to have everyone together and it not be cliquey like some other schools I know (cough, DULANEY, cough). After we all went to this club called Chesterfield's which I had avoided like the plague because all the fliers they send out are pictures of American kids looking like drunk American kids: oh yeahhhh let's go there while I'm in Madrid!! But it turned out to be not too bad, and about half Spanish kids. It was pretty fun, but I left a little early because I tried to wear high heels again and my toe still feels bruised, plus I felt sickish.
On Friday I went to a Mexican restaurant with Gisella, Kacie, and Stacy because we heard about it from some people at school. It was so very good. I got a pina colada, and they put cinnamon on top! I wasn't a huge fan of the cinnamon, and the drink was at least half rum so I could barely taste the pineapple coconut party. I don't think I've ever mentioned that if you go to a bar and order a vodka and fanta limón, for example, it's always half (and very often more) vodka and then limón. So the drinks are about €7-€8. BUT, in the U.S. it's at most a quarter of the alcohol and the drinks are about $3-$4. Then we met another friend Alejandro and went to this little bar that played rock music like The Doors and Jimi Hendrix, and had posters up on Pink Floyd, Bob Marley, The Beatles, etc. It was cool, except when it started to get crowded we realized everyone but us was in their late 20s - early 30s. I left because I was rather drained, and I again felt a little sickish.
The rest of the weekend, I went out and explored during the day and at night sort of rested because I did, in fact, get a cold. The cold is just now going away. A ton of other girls on my floor got colds or bad sicknesses, so I suppose I got off easy. I finished my exams and yesterday I went Christmas shopping. I'm just about finished. I have to get a few more things which I'm having difficulty finding, but that's it. Let's hope it all fits. After Christmas shopping, I went to TGI Fridays with about 5 other people for Happy Hour. Yeah, I know, one of my last few days in Europe and I go to TGI Fridays. Well let me tell you about Happy Hour: the drinks were half price, so I got this big huge drink (which was already kinda cheap at €6) for €3. The smaller drinks went down from €4 to €2. I tried some new drinks yesterday, it was really fun. After that we tried to go to Chesterfield's to meet up with other people, and it's supposed to be girls get in free before 1am, but they told us it was €10 to get in. Gisella and I flat out refused and walked away, but our other friends went in. I've been there and it is not worth even €5.
Tonight we plan to go to Kapital all night for our last hurrah. Tomorrow I have to pack and take my stuff to the Puertos so that I can leave for Italy Saturday morning at 5am. So that means that this will almost definitely be my last post in Europe. How incredibly sad. But I won't think about that today, I'll think about it tomorrow. Today, I'll pretend like it's not my last. I can't wait to come home and see everyone!
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