Anywho, we had Latinamerican lit this morning, where we bonding with more Vassar kids while sitting in the empty classroom waiting for the professor to show up. As it turns out, we were in the wrong place as the class's location had changed, but I'll take those Facebook friends however they come to me.
Following class/a flurried exchange of Spanish phone numbers, we took off for the pool, where we enjoyed an hour and forty-five minutes or so of paddling around before leaving Getafe for Madrid, where we had our first official Culture Class with Ramiro. It's just for the Wash U kids and is one of the two classes I need to finish my Spanish major (the other is Lit Theory), but honestly it seems like a lot I already know. NOT TO GET COCKY KNOCK ON WOOD.
After class, a few of us went to get iced coffee (me and you-kno-who) and smoothies (everyone else). There was a Starbucks across the street which would have been FAR SUPERIOR COFFEE-WISE but now is not the time to shoot down a bonding sesh.
By then it was almost 8 o'clock, so we headed home to try to sort out all this art class stuff before dinner. Minimal progress thus far, but I'll keep ya posted.
Possibly going out tonight?? Possibly not???? If not, we'll stay in and enjoy a light rom-com, as pictured:
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| "Is Hugh Grant in this one?" --Zayn |
Oh that Zayn; he's such a card. Was he terribly disappointed by the Hugh Grantlessness of Luis Bunel? Maybe ice cream will cheer him up. And as for those Expat writer dudes of old, they just liked the sun and cheap booze in Europe, not the actual Europeans. And I think it's completely normal to stick with yer own kind when studying abroad; that's what I did, and I watch students do it every day here. Speaking of whom, my Ozzy student says "touch wood" when we would say "knock on wood." He also sighs and says "Bless" when we would say "Bless her heart," as in "oh, she means well but she's pathetic." So to anyone who says you shouldn't hang with the Amerikids, I say "Bless."
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