Hi gang... I've been super busy lately, with finals, speeches, papers, and a big trip to Segovia, Toledo and Burgos.

About my trip:

Segovia: There's an ancient roman aqueduct, which is neat, and a big cathedral, and a sweet ass castle that comes complete with a moat. We got to explore the castle, which had all kinds of armor and swords and cannons. I want to live in a castle someday...or maybe just a house with a moat. Before we went on a tour we had a disgusting lunch of green beans in tomato sauce and an entire leg-o-lamb. Bleck. I drank two glasses of wine to choke some of the crap food down, and then I realized that it was Spanish uber-table wine, with a 15% alcohol content. Whoops, I guess I was a little schnockered on the tour. It made everything much more interesting, even though I had to pee like seabiscuit. But I didn't hice pis en la calle. it was way too light and open for that.



Toledo: My favorite city in Spain so far. It pretty much hasn´t changed since medieval times. The streets are all old cobblestones, and are barely wide enough to fit one car, although the cars go whizzing through them. It still has the old Roman wall around it, and it's sort of like a labyrinth, with a million little alleys that lead nowhere. Just my kind of city. I was hanging out with some people that were too nervous about getting lose to go too far, so we said screw it and peaced out, and had a great afternoon. While I was there I finally confirmed what I'd always expected- I have an awesome sense of direction. I led Becky and I across the city and back again, without getting lost once. Which is a big achievement in Toledo. Not that I care about getting lost. Sometimes it's fun to get lost.

The most fun of the trip was going back to the hotel in Segovia that night. Our table drank three bottles of wine, and flirted with a water to get a fourth. We definately got judged by some of the other people, but seriously, fuck them. Some people need to learn how to cut loose and live. There's nothing wrong with drinking four glasses of wine and building a pillow fort. Yes, we built an awesome pillow for in the hall of the hotel. Everyone who wanted to go through had to crawl through our fort, which we named Fort America. Then we all went inside it and told ghost stories.

Burgos: We didn't spend too much time in Burgos. We went to the massive cathedral, and yes, it was really beautiful and neat and blah blah blah, I am kind of cathedraled out. Every two horse town in Spain has some fascinating church or catheral or collegiate with an interesting history and awe inspiring architecure, but at this point I would get more excited over a good coffee shop. We did see the building where Christopher Colombues met the Los Reyes Catololicos after returning from America. Then we had a disgusting lunch chock full of chorizo and veal. What is it with Spainards and eating babies?

Anyways, I have come to the conclusion that after I get home I will NEVER force myself to eat something that I don't feel like eating. 10 weeks of choking down food that I hate when I don't want to eat it will forever change my opinions on eating what is on my plate. It's not healthy to eat when you're not hungry. This isn't the Great Depression. It'll just make you fat and give you high cholesterol. So as soon as I get home I am eating only WHAT I want, WHEN I want. Sorry mom! No pork chops and steak for me, ever. I don't think I've written it here, but I got the whole "You should finish what is on your plate because there are starving kids in Africa" lecture from Maria a week or so ago. Um, I think I am a little too old for that, by like 15 years. PLus what I didn't eat was the fatty disgusting boney part of a piece of salmon, the skin, and the bones. If the starving kids want it so bad she can pack it up in a box and ship it to them.

I miss American music. Sure they play some American music...but old (2 years or more) pop crap...Lots of Fergie and Rihanna (Umbrella, ella ella, eh, eh). Bleck. I can't wait to be home, in my car, rocking out to some heavy metal. I can't wait to go home and buy lots of music. I can't get any here. The cds are ridiculously expensive (Like 20 EUROS for a CD that would be like $12 US dollars at home). And I never got labtop computer hooked up to wireless, so I can't get onto Itunes. Laaaame. I am so deprived.

Well, enough of my whining. In summation, Toledo: cool, wine: cooler. Spain: still not as great at the USA. And I come home in 2 weeks. Booyah!