Day 17 - I Just Want Some STEAK!

Somehow, analyzing “Canción del pirata” (Pirate song) just does not seem appealing to me in any way, shape, or form. Curious.

Today may have been the most normal of all days thus far. Woke up, running late as usual, tried to choke down breakfast to make it to school on time, and I think I actually did make it on time for the first time in the last three or so school days.

Listened to “Ave María” and “Wavin’ Flag” on the way. Absolute obsession. Almost to the point of being unhealthy, I think.

Did the class thing. Feel so bad that I am so tired, but I think the weekend just wore me out. Two hours of sleep Friday night, then an excursion all day Saturday (9:30 a.m. to 7 p.m.), and then canoeing 8+ miles on Sunday. It’s no wonder I’m tired and my body is sore.

Poetry class sucked today. Just couldn’t keep up with what was going on, or maybe I just wasn’t trying. It’s unclear.

Had a tortilla española for lunch, though, and that always tends to make things better J

Came home after class, and I think Berta’s mom was here to visit, but I basically just headed straight to bed because my back was hurting so bad. But then Claudia came in and wanted to know if I would eat an ice cream cone with her, so I did.

Then bed. For four hours.

Got up, got ready and walked with Stephanie to meet up with Alee and Ryan and Ford to talk about going to Bilbao this weekend. Got it all figured out relatively quickly, so hopefully all will go well. I think seven of us are going total.

After that, we headed over to the heladería, and I had churros and chocolate. Yum!

Came home and finally organized my binder, took a shower, Skyped with Sean, and did a wee bit of homework. This is obviously preferable to analyzing poetry. I never did care for it in English, and I sure don’t like it any better in Spanish.

It was funny today because we were talking about things we miss about good ol’ Amerka. I said when I get home, I want STEAK AND POTATOES! And El Jimmy’s, and the brownie sundae from Andy’s, and Waffle House, and Shakespeare’s. I guess, other than people, there are a few things I miss. Target, too. I don’t understand how people can live without Target. Haha.

It always cracks me up how my professor, María, says, “Aye, Dios mío!” and “Que horror!” She’s the cutest thing ever. For serious. I just want to bring her to Amerka and make her teach at Mizzou or something.

I have a really bad sunburn and a rash that hurts really badly. Not a fan of either.

I am, however, getting to be a huge fan of sleep, which seems to be in my near future J