I Spain

Hey kiddos! Blog posts may be a little less regular (i.e. every other day) now that we're settling into more of a schedule in order to avoid multiple pictures of my daily commute, fascinating as those bus seats are.

All we did last night was write our essay for Ramiro's class, so you didn't miss anything there. This morning was 9AM business as usual. Thanks to our night in, we avoided a repeat of last week's absence, even though we had an invite and it was NOT EASY to turn down.

Cafe con leche (mostly leche)

Post-class, we hit up the gym with a couple of Vassar kids, then to the pool where we met a couple of girls from the Middlebury swim team who let us join in on their workout. I had forgotten what a difference it makes to have an actual workout with strokes and intervals and people to keep up with, and it was AWESOME, I felt so fit. Plus it made me realize how lazy I've been getting... So hopefully we run into them again.

We got out of the pool a little early so we'd have time to do our reading for Ramiro's class, but upon further inspection, we realized it was a book we read sophomore year in Spanish Golden Age Literature, so we really just needed a quick skim to help us answer the necessary homework questions. We just sat in one of the campus cafes and banged it out before heading back to Madrid for class.

That class was actually pretty enjoyable today since we actually talked LITERATURE instead of straight history. I know that's some people's bag, but alas, not mine. After class, we checked out a little cafe in Chueca that was more or less decorated like a Victorian living room, but with more gilding and lavender walls. Chueca is, after all, Madrid's gay neighborhood. We actually got a good chunk of work done, though, in preparation for the essay we have to write this weekend.

Going out's probably an option tonight but man I am tired, so Zayn's gonna have to party without me.

Hasta whatever, babes.