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Last week in Salamanca

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Wow. Portugal really took it out of us this week. And yet, this was perhaps my busiest week yet.

Monday, Jane, Melissa, Zack, Ethan and I went to the pool with our conversation professor, Lore. We met an hour before "class time" and stayed for nearly three hours. She (Lore) is only 23 so she has kind of morphed from a professor into a friend. We meet her at bars for tapas and drinks, go swimming, and Monday we're going to her apartment to cook lunch and have our final goodbyes :( we talked briefly about her coming to visit Seattle. I think it was one of those things that was 80% joking around, but also totally serious if the cards fell into place.

Tuesday through Thursday we had our afternoon cooking class. From 6:30-8:30 we went to a university kitchen (funnily enough, operated by Aramark- can we not escape them anywhere we go?) (Aramark operates the dining halls and stores at Western, as well as most state prisons. hmph.). We started each day by cutting fruit for and mixing a very large quantity of sangria. Each recipe calls for 2 litres of wine and a litre of brandy (I don't know even know if I spelled that right. What is the metric system?). Anyways, so good. We drank it at the end of each class with our food. Tuesday we made gazpacho (to be eaten on Wednesday) and paella, which is basically rice and some onions and peppers and either seafood or chicken alongside an incredible pallet of flavors. We made ours with chicken (as with most meat in Spain, it wasn't processed at all- just a whole chicken chopped into pieces- bones, spine, organs, vessels, and all) which was delicious. Wednesday- day two- we made Spanish tortilla, which is essentially a pastry of sorts made out of eggs, potatoes, and onions. It looks incredible but it was yet another item I couldn't try due to the egg content. We had the gazpacho that day as well- although gazpacho is traditionally known as a cold tomato soup, ours tasted more like cucumber, which was a very welcome surprise. Thursday was dessert day. We made arroz con leche (rice boiled with milk and sugar then cooled for a refreshing evening dessert) and a Spanish version of french toast. You cut the bread, soak it in milk and flavors, THEN dip it in eggs, then DEEP FRY it, then ROLL IT IN CINNAMON SUGAR. It's quite crisp and sweet on the outside (think: elephant ear) but mushy on the inside. Mushy but delicious. Thursday was a delicious today.

Thursday and Friday (today) were my finals. I had had a semi-final in my conversation class the previous Wednesday. Thursday's final, for conversation, had an oral portion, a grammar portion, and a composition portion. The composition was two full pages of fictitious narrative, which was a challenging but fun speed-write. Today was the grammar exam. I'm not expecting A's from either class, but probably B+'s (not that it counts, study abroad is an S/U grade).

Anyways, I can't believe how quickly everything is wrapping up. Suddenly I'm counting my lasts and realizing that I've taken a lot here for granted. It's hard to say when I'll be able to make it back to Spain, but I think most I'll miss the architecture and the history within the pillars. You don't see this kind of stuff in the US- you don't sit in classrooms that people have sat in for 900 years.

Tomorrow is our almost-last excursion to Alberca. Alberca is a small pueblo, and I can't wait to get a little taste of pueblo life. It's a fun day planned. We'll have free time to wander the town before touring a wine cellar, which will conclude in a "surprise". What surprise could they have for us in the wine cellar? Then we get treated to a traditional three course Spanish lunch, and then we head to what's rumored to be a hella fancy pool for the afternoon.

Following, Sunday will be our last day here. It will be a day for shopping, washing clothes, and hopefully one last visit to Catholic mass. Then Monday we have classes and packing, Tuesday we get our certificates from the U, say our last goodbyes, and hit the road by 2:30.

Next stop Madrid (three days), next stop Paris (4 1/2 days), next stop HOME.

Posted by sierralove95 10:28 Archived in Spain Comments (0)

PORTUGAL

This weekend we had the pleasure of taking a multi-night trip to the beach town of Barra, Portugal, close to the larger city of Aveiro. It was hard not to fall completely in love with this country the minute we got there!

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Friday we got to skip classes to go to Portugal, and we got on the bus bright and early at 9:30am. The bus ride took upwards of four hours, not accounting for a 30-minute snack break. At the border, they didn't even stop our huge charter bus. We drove through Portugal for probably 2 1/2 hours and I have to say the countryside was absolutely enchanting. I got my first glimpse of evergreen trees that I'd had in nearly a month, which was lovely. The Portuguese countryside somewhat resembled a cross between the vegetation of Western Washington and the vegetation and landscape of the set of LOST (which, okay, is Hawaii, but all I could think of was LOST).

We drove straight through Aveiro and another 15-20 minutes to the town of Barra, which is essentially a huge inhabited sandbar. Barra is home to the tallest lighthouse in Portugal, and our hotel was situated right under it. Our visit was essentially a "drop and run" because we got right back onto the bus for an afternoon visit to Aveiro. Portugal is an hour behind Spain, so we arrived in Aveiro a little after 1pm.

The most captivating part of Aveiro was the canals, which were used when the city was built to transport materials, and later salt. Salt is the main export of the Portuguese coast, and alongside the canal there were huge, sparkling white mounds of salt, standing four feet tall. Lunch, shopping, and a gondola ride was everyone's agenda for the afternoon.

Myself and eight other opted for the gondola first, and it was likely the best 8 euros I've ever spent. The ride lasted approximately 50 minutes, and as the afternoon sun came out and started to heat up, it was perfect timing. The gondolas were all brightly painted with slightly explicit depictions on either end. We were speaking English when we got on board (we didn't speak Portuguese, so this weekend was a perfect break to relax and speak English) and the tour guide initially took to explaining history using charades and broken, rehearsed English. After less than 10 minutes the discovery was made that we spoke Spanish, and he spoke Spanish, so he abandoned the German and English travelers in the front to give us a rich, detailed account of every building and waterway in Aveiro. The homes we passed were all brightly colored, and shades of blue, orange, and yellow frequented our view. Some of the houses had tile siding, a similar blue and white pattern in each, instead of wood or stone. This trend would become more prevalent back in Barra. Our guide was also fairly explicit in his stories- the people of Portugal obviously were no one to shy away from sexuality.

After the gondola ride we took to perusing the shops slowly, and I bought a postcard (one for every city I visit) and a shot glass (one for every major city I visit). We continued wandering until four of us broke away for lunch (we hadn't eaten all day) and the rest went in search of the free city bikes. For less than 8 euros each we enjoyed fairly incredible meals of steak and salmon (myself, of course, opting for steak). After lunch we had an hour to wobble back to our bus, but as full as we were, we were a slow-moving bunch. By the main waterway we found a trade market of sorts, where a variety of local vendors and craftsmen had set up permanent shops displaying their goods. Woodworks, salt and salt products, and handmade leather shoes were among the treasures to be found there.

We got back into Barra around 5:30 and set about our customary exploring of the towns and shops, and finding ice cream places. The group I was with took a little longer to make it to the beach, and by the time we got there near 7pm the cloud cover had rolled back in and we weren't inclined to stay more than a half hour. We all broke off into smaller groups for dinner, and myself and three others found an affordable pizza place where the staff spoke English. I have to say, the pizza was a great find. It was the cheesy, crave-satisfying hint of home that I'd been needing. Dinner was a long event, and by the time we were looking to head out, a small storm had rolled in, darkening the sky and bringing with it light rain and noticeable winds.

A group was paying to taxi back to Aveiro for the evening, but enough of us were staying behind that we got a group to walk out on the boardwalk. We bought cheap bottles of wine and sangria, each paying less than 2 euros for a bottle, and headed out onto the boardwalk, which stretched a mile into the sea. At the end there was another smaller lighthouse, surrounded by sea breakers that we climbed up on. We stayed until it was raining and too cold before slowly meandering back. It was a cold enough night that for the first time on my trip I wanted to sleep under all the blankets.

The next day was a dream day on the beach. In the morning we took a long walk through the surf. The sun came out around 1pm, and after another lunch at the pizza place, we all reconvened at the beach, securing a huge area with our towels. The beach was everything you could want in a beach- sand that literally sparkled white, water that was clear, blue, warm, and sparkling, and waves that provided just enough force to pick you up and travel you, but not enough to be unpleasant. Despite multiple applications of sunscreen all around, the next day we all found ourselves red and groaning every time we had to move a limb. In the afternoon Colin and a few others went to the store and bought a few bottles each of vodka, tequila, rum, and mixers, to make- at El Profe's recommendation- a literal sand bar. After several drinks (or in my case a couple liters of white sangria) we were all back in the water, floating around and testing Zach's new wakeboard.

Sunday, with burned backs and heavy hearts, we reboarded our bus for the drive back to Salamanca. We made an hour-long lunch stop and returned around 6:30pm. El Profe welcomed us with the words "Welcome back to hell," as we got off the bus and back into the Salamanca heat.

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Daily life in Salamanca

I've been talking so much about excursions and special events that I realized I've neglected to memorialize the most prominent part of my trip- the day-to-day life as a student in Salamanca and all my favorite little things.

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On a typical day, I have three classes. My morning classes are from 9-12, and consist of two hours of grammar and one hour of conversation and writing. Since classes commence at 9, I typically wake up at 7:30 and roll around in bed in a relatively unmotivated fashion until 8. Getting ready is easy because the heat deems both "hair & makeup" unnecessary. I usually just use a tinted spf bb cream on my face, a little bit of mascara, brush my teeth, put my hair in a ponytail, throw on some clothes, and leave.

I usually skip dorm breakfast, because it consists of dry toast and warm juice. I'd rather spend that time sleeping/rolling around in my bed angrily. In the mornings I try to walk to class alone, just to get some time with my thoughts or to listen to music. I usually bring an iced tea to class with me, a must to get through two hours of grammar lecture taught by a man who doesn't speak English.

Conversation class is easier because it's just one hour. Our professor is young, definitely a Masters student, and is fond of nerdy printed t-shirts. He's the tall, gangly type. It's weird having a professor so close to my own age, especially in a conversation class, because on some levels I relate to them, and on some they're giving me grades.

After class I usually join up with the group and head back to La Residencia to spend 1-2 hours working on homework or my history essay before lunch. As of today I have one chapter left to read in my book before I start writing. After that is lunch, of which I eat very little, followed by a much needed nap. I usually nap 2:15-3:30, and for an hour after that commence rolling in my bed while simultaneously catching up on the news of the day and reading some long form articles.

This is when the Spanish day gets weird, because it begins to repeat itself. In the morning, you wake up slowly, march yourself to the university for classes, return for homework, hanging out, and food, and then take a nap. After the nap, you wake up slowly, return to university for your last class, meander around town a little, return for more hanging out and food, and then maybe go back out, or maybe just go to bed. It makes the days pass really slowly because in a way it feels like I'm living each day twice.

I definitely packed anticipating cooler mornings and nights so I have an excess of cooler-weather clothes. I'm still trying to wear these clothes in the morning just to put off doing my laundry (which is nearly impossible here). I had to wash all my underwear in the sink when I ran out- most people have done this. By the afternoon I'm definitely ready for dresses and shorts- I bought a super cute, very Spanish pair of shorts today for 10 euro. The fashion here is different- if you're going out, you look nice. Most women wear either nice sundresses or lightweight, patterned pants or shorts. Patterned pants and shorts are HUGE here. I kind of want to get behind that trend but I'm also grappling with how poor I feel.

I definitely did not anticipate spending money the way I am. When I thought of what I'd spend money on, I mostly budgeted for drinks (of the wine, sangria, and cocktail variety) and a little bit of eating out money. Instead I'm spending about 3 euros a day on 1 euro cold drinks, like water, iced tea, Aquarius (a lighter, less sweet version of Gatorade), or my new favorite- Fanta Limon. (My computer doesn't have accents, forgive me). A few times a week I buy a breakfast pastry for 1,30, or an ice cream for 1 to 2 euro. Usually getting something cold is the goal here. It usually gets to 99 in the afternoons. I'm adjusted to the point where I'm like "Yup, here we go," but I'm not animated about the weather by any means.

I'm still working off a nasty sunburn from our afternoon at the pool on Saturday. The pool itself was fantastic- quite large (think a lap pool but twice as wide and thrice as long), very cold, and not at all crowded. But the sunburn, which I incurred despite three separate, thorough applications of 70 spf waterproof sunscreen, is still fading. As of today it doesn't hurt, but it keeps me perpetually warmer than I need to be, and results in a very warm bed when I wake up. I've been sleeping in soaking wet shirts to ease the discomfort.

For both budgetary and energy reasons I stopped going out on weekdays, save for frisbee in the park or the occasional free drinks run. American females could basically live on free drinks here- all you have to do is walk down the street with two or three others and you'll get multiple offers. Not even an exaggeration. We're not terribly keen on it though- it's usually (and by usually I mean like I've done it two or three times) a quick stop just to get some free drank before we go to the plaza or a club. There's also a shot bar, where all shots are 1 euro, that has the widest variety of flavors. There are even cannabis shots (you can have it infused in vodka or absinthe)- but Mom, Dad, don't worry, I stick to the watermelon and apple vodkas. Are you proud? It's only like a once-a-weekend thing. I haven't even spent that much money on drinks, as I told you, I swear.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, which means in three weeks exactly I'll return to the U.S. The day after is Thursday, which will mark three weeks exactly since I've been gone. Apparently, the trip is half over. And I think it's only going to get faster from here. I have three finals total, and the first is tomorrow- a 14 page written exam for my conversation and writing class. It'll be mostly fill-in-the-blank, I believe, and a few pages of writing. And the following Wednesday I'll have my final exams for both my classes- a short written exam for my grammar class, and a five-minute oral exam for my conversation class.

This Friday we're leaving early for Portugal, where we'll spend the weekend in a motel LITERALLY on the beach. White sand, lighthouses, drink & food shacks. I think this is the "classic summer vacation" part of the trip. There are no history lectures or "excursions" so it's really a little three-day vacation for everyone, professors included. I could literally not be more excited. And, it'll be super cool to travel through eastern Spain by bus and see the change in the countryside.

After we return late Sunday, we have one full week of classes left, and then one weekend (which includes a day long excursion on Saturday).

Monday my afternoon conversation class is meeting at the pool. Our profesora Lorena is really excited and we are too. Although I struggle to understand her accent a good deal of the time, I really adore her as a person. She's 23 and after having spent a few weeks with her, her humorous and sassy side has really come out. Even though communicating can be mentally exhausting (it is speaking in Spanish for a straight hour with no English to relate in) her class is probably my favorite part of the day. Last week we spent 35 minutes memorizing the entire Macarena song (IT. HAS. WORDS.) and singing and dancing to it, as well as doing solos. Today we played a "Guess Who" type game by holding up cards to our foreheads with a famous person on them, and asking questions to the rest of the group in Spanish to figure out "who we are". Some days class is more structured, and we talk about trends and traditions and cultural differences, but we have as much fun as we do serious conversations.

After that last weekend in Salamanca, we'll go to class Monday as a formality and Tuesday is our little "graduation"- mostly just getting certificates and saying our goodbyes. Tuesday afternoon we bus back to Madrid, where we'll stay together for three days. One day is an excursion to Toledo, another is cultural tours and stuff in Madrid, and the day in-between is a free day.

From there we part ways. Some (eight, I believe) will return to Salamanca for another two or four weeks of class, a large group is traveling to Barcelona for a few vacation-y days to cap off the trip, some are going home to Bellingham, and some, like myself, are doing a little bit more traveling.

I'll fly to Paris with D'Arcy and Kristin (Kristin and I are living in the same apartments next year!) for three nights and three days. We're renting a small apartment that's just a five-minute walk from the Eiffel Tower. I'm looking forward to reading my book in the lawn beside it. They then fly out on the 4th of August for Rome, and I retreat to a hotel I have for one night near the airport for my flight out on the 5th. I'm not going to lie- I'm looking forward to the calm solitude of an evening and night in a hotel, with a room to myself. I leave Paris at 3 in the afternoon and arrive in Vancouver, 14 hours of flying later, at 6:30 in the evening. God damn, time zones.

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It's been an entire week?

Time really got away from me in the past six days and I haven't had much time to write. So here's a lot.

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Thursday left me feeling a little worried about my first two classes. A good percent of each class is Brazilian students, who natively speak Portuguese. Grammar-wise we're on the same level, but you can hear the difference during conversations and when they speak. Their conversations are much more fluid and their accents are far superior to our own. Friday classes were a welcome relief when we got more into the nitty-gritty, day-to-day portions of the class.

Grammar class is not what I expected- we're covering topics that I've already learned (about 90%) but it's kind of like "Take everything you've learned, remember the conjugations, and forget everything else- you're going to relearn it." It can be difficult because the professor (and most of the class) doesn't speak English, but ultimately that forces a deeper understanding. Conversation class is a lot more structured than I originally imagined, for which I'm quite thankful. We've learned different modes of communication and a lot of colloquialisms and indirect translations, which is what I'm really here for.

The word 'vale' is a very broad affirmative that gets thrown around a lot. I'm learning to incorporate it into all of my interactions and I feel like the more we do this, the more we fit in. Most of the Spanish people here appreciate our efforts, even when they're sad efforts.

Saturday we woke up early to go on our first excursion to Segovia. There were four trip highlights- the first was a Roman aqueduct built over 1800 years ago, which continued to bring water to the city until just 40 years prior. Built without cement or adhesive, it's a true marvel. We toured another Cathedral- not quite as extravagant as the one here in Salamanca, in my opinion, but beautiful nonetheless. Our last stop was a summer palace for the monarchy- it was a beautiful building but presented as a bit of an art-walk in a museum, which left me a little disappointed.

Before that, though, we visited the castle of Ferdinand & Isabella, whose marriage united Spain as a nation. Second only to a castle in Germany, it's the most photographed castle in the world and for good reason. Inside it's gorgeous, and immaculately maintained. We saw all sorts of rooms, including, at the heart of the castle, Ferdinand & Isabella's bedroom. Their original bed- THEIR FREAKING BED- was still there, curtains and mattress and pillows and blankets and all. We saw their meetings rooms, sitting rooms, offices, ball room- it was amazing.

After the castle tour we had the chance to climb 152 steps up to the tower and look out over the city. 152 steps- a little tiring- but not out of reason by any means, I thought. I was very wrong. Each step was a different height, which meant constant attention. The worst part though, was that it was a spiral stone staircase with no handrail and very very little light. It would have been suited for ascension or descent- but not both simultaneously. And there were people trying to go both up and down. We had to press ourselves against the wall to allow others to squeeze by. It was a very claustrophobic experience, especially with nothing to hold onto and no opportunities to stop and look around. At the top, I just resigned myself to a quiet corner for a few minutes to drink water and breathe.

Saturday night I promised myself I wouldn't go out because I was so exhausted, and we were all realizing that we were spending way too much money. Until I returned to our dorm I was set on turning on Netflix and going to bed- but on the other hand, it was the Fourth of July and everyone felt the intrinsic need to celebrate. Most of us decided on "going out for just one drink" but that didn't last. We made our first stop at La Chupiteria- a shots bar- then went to the plaza, then accepted free mojitos (we watched them get made, no worries), then back to La Chupiteria, and then- just to celebrate this one very very American night- to an American club called the Irish Theater, where more chupitos were had. It was a surprisingly fun night there, and people continued to pile into until the dance floor was packed and chants of U!S!A! broke out. What a unifying experience.

Sunday was the opposite of a recovery day. El Profe was taking half the group on two walking excursions in Salamanca, and I was in Sundays group. We visited San Esteban in the morning- a dominican brotherhood- and the Cathedral in the afternoon. I ended up leaving the excursion when we got to the tower-climbing portion because I wasn't feeling very well and my last experience with slim stone staircases wasn't the best.

Monday was a very long day, and probably the best day yet. I had my two normal morning classes, and then met with El Profe and five others for a 1.5 hour lesson on Iberian history. After that we retired to almuerzo (lunch) and siesta. Conversation class was again at 5, and from there the entire group met in La Plaza de Anaya (it's right by the Cathedral and most of our classes) for the casual vino & tapas (appetizers and wine tasting).

They gave us a list of five wines (FIVE) so we were expecting sample size glasses. Nope. They gave us five FULL glasses of wine. I told El Profe of my surprise and he just said it was the Spanish way. I think he really just wanted to see us all get wasted. The night regressed after glass two, and by the fifth we were all, literally, dancing around the restaurant (the restaurant was a 500-year-old converted horse stable- it was beautiful, rounded walls and ceiling made of stone). After the five glasses they began slowly ushering us out, although Los Profes were borracho (drunk) too. I thought we were leaving, but instead we reconvened in the courtyard where at least 150 photos were taken on my phone alone. And then they started bringing out pitchers upon pitchers of sangria. They taught us a few simple drinking games. As soon as a pitcher of sangria emptied, it was promptly replaced.

I don't think I have ever been that drunk in my life, and I was not the only one. Nor do I think I'll ever find myself getting completely wasted with a few professors- at their encouragement- again in my life. Although vague, I have very fond memories of Monday night. I even had a slightly chipped front tooth to carry my memories along in.

Tuesday was a drowsier day- thank goodness. In the evening about 20 of us (29 total) headed down to the park across the Roman Puente (bridge) for a game of ultimate frisbee. A few Spanish students joined us there, and I had a jolly time helping one with his English as he helped me with my Spanish as we tried to play a game of ultimate frisbee.

And that brings me to today, Wednesday. I'm still tired but I'm adjusting. I can't believe we're already a week into class and that I've been gone from home for nearly two weeks- I left on a Thursday. I'm a little homesick- missing the comforts of home, the friends, the family, Will, my pets, the food, the air conditioning. But I'm really looking forward to this weekend- Saturday we're all bussing to an outdoor pool, and Sunday some of us will try out a Catholic mass and then get a traditional Spanish lunch, and do some souvenir shopping. Just two more days of classes to get through first!

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Universidad de Salamanca

Wednesday night we headed over to explore the university and find our classes, and today (Thursday July 2) we had our first day of classes!

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Okay, so. Wednesday night, after a bit of a nap, we met with our trip leader, Alberto Ferreiro, to go over our schedules, get our ID cards, and get ready for the academic portion of the trip. We got our excursions schedule, which includes a three-day stay in Aveiro, a beach city in Portugal! It's really exciting to get to cross another border.

The university is centered around the Cathedral, so the views are incredible. Although some of the buildings seem quite old, they were pleasantly modern and air-conditioned inside. The walk there seems like longer than it is, to me. It's just about ten minutes but it's all hills lined with tiny shops, so we're climbing and there's a lot to see. The weather last night was overcast, even a little frio (cold) and we rejoiced. Today it cooled down to a high of 91 (higher than originally expected but still a lovely change) so I'm a little more comfortable in general.

Classes started this morning. I have Advanced Grammar from 9-11 with a professor that's probably in his 50s. I think I'm going to enjoy his class and learn some valuable skills, but it's also a bit stressful because he doesn't speak english, which means that I'm never learning with 100% certainty. Learning with doubt is scary. The class has a few Americans, a few Chinese, and a few Brazilians. We only have our Spanish in common so there's no bottom-line to default to, and this also makes it so that we can't explain things to each other. We conclude with two pages of homework, which I did this afternoon in about 45 minutes.

From 11-12 is Conversation & Essay Writing. The professor is young, in his early 20s, and probably a grad student. He's nice and understanding but he speaks too fast for my ears to stay caught up with, and doesn't slow down when he explains things. I'm a little worried about this class because there are students of all levels. Most are like me- given a few moments to think we can speak almost any thought. There are a few lower than me and probably three or four students close to fluency. I don't know how they plan to grade this class if we're all coming in at different levels and from different backgrounds. I met a Scottish girl named Joanna with whom I think I'll be friends- she is at about my level exactly and swears a lot, which I think is great.

My 11-12 class is a third-hour elective, we also have two other classes: a history course with Alberto that meets only on Mondays, and a more casual conversation class that meets from 5-6 in a rotating series of bars, cafes, and restaurants. This is the first class others from my program have been in- there are five of us, and three from a school in North Carolina. Our professor is also young, a woman in her early 20s. We get to choose the topics and and she helps us by guiding the conversation and adjusting what we've learned for regional differences. She's quite a sweet woman and the class doesn't feel pressured at all- I think I'm going to enjoy it greatly.

In other news, Spain is starting to get to me. I'm hardly sleeping because of the noise and heat, and hardly eating because I have an allergy to eggs and seafood. I've never been tested for the allergy, but eating or something even smelling it can make me sick. Protein that's not seafood (or freshly carved off the leg of a pig) is hard to come by here, and eggs seemed to be mixed into everything. I've been eating a bit of bean salad, red peppers, and a small piece of bread for each meal. My allergies also came down hard on me today. On top of all of that, the terrorist attack danger rose to "high" in Spain, according to an email I got from the Embassy, and although it's probably nothing to worry about, some part of me is going to worry about it. But for now I have an hour and half before dinner (9pm) to rest, and if I'm feeling well, I think it will be a good night to go out for some casual drinks and tapas en La Plaza.

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