Otra día que va...

Ah, another day has passed in the wonderful land that is Spain. Last night was Saturday, and I called it an early night after hanging out with friends for awhile in the Casco Historical. By early, of course, I mean I returned home at 2 AM, and of coarse was the first person back (yes, even mi madre stayed out later than me). My problem is that my body has had so much to adjust to. There´s the time difference, the new diet, the new atmosphere/altitude, and the new sleeping schedule my body is screaming at me as if I kicked myself in the stomach and was curled in a ball in the corner. I want to sleep a lot because I´m pretty sure I still haven´t caught up from the plane and while the food is amazing, my stomach doesn´t quite recognize it. I guess these are the immediate trials one goes through, but once I adjust all will be well. Yesterday Amy and I spent the afternoon exploring Toledo a bit and picking up some tapas. We stopped at a little cafe called Enebro where you can get free tapas with any drink order, which is a major rarity nowadays. I got the tinto del verano, which is wine and lemonade mixed together. It was pretty good, but definitely hit me hard due to the heat. I wound up with a headache, but lots of water and dos aspirina helped that out. After that we went around the city and sat down on a staircase and people watched for awhile. This was fun because it gave us a chance to talk a bit about home as well as observe some of the culture of Spain (I swear, watching people is not a creepy as it sounds!). There were familias and amigos, and almost any combination you could think of. Later we met up with Andrea and Chelsea and spent a night on the town. After making sure Andrea and Chelsea would be able to get home (tip to future program users-- if you live somewhere where you need to take the bus, learn the name of your stop, and the stops around it IMMEDIATELY) we walked around a bit and stopped at a small bar called O´Brien´s. Now, I must admit I feel a bit guilty about this choice because it was a place where you could easily fall into English because the staff all speaks it (in order to give the feel of an Irish pub), but we did our best to speak Spanish as much as possible. After a short stay there we went to one of the local plazas and watch the end of the Festival de Jazz, which has been running all week. It was a pretty cool festival with good music and lots of fun people. Unfortunately we didn´t get to see much because we just caught the end. Then we decided it would be good to do an experiment...how does Spanish McDonald´s compare to their conterparts in the US? Let me tell you, they are 1000 times better. The burgers taste fresh and, oh, not made of soy product, you can order fries that are actual potato wedges, and you can also order beer. I didn´t order much at Micky D´s because I was already feeling a bit sick and my headache had returned, so I was ready to make my way back home. Overall though, the night was enjoyable and I got to see a whole bunch more of my new home! ¡Me encanta Toledo!