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last week, thursday night, meredith and i went to la oficina with a weekend's worth of luggage right after dinner. we enjoyed the company of our good friends whom we love and adore (a lot, really). then we marched off to the bus station to catch our midnight-thirty bus to madrid. arrived in madrid around three or four a.m. took a taxi to the train station after promptly getting kicked out of the bus station. sat outside of the train station on the ground and wrote in our journals/read until pedro approached us. "speak english?" "yes..." and that is how we ended up having a four-hour conversation with a portuguese boy that goes to school in canada that hates the french that visited his ex-girlfriend in poland and has a crush on her friend whom he spent less than a week with who hasn't been home in four years who doesn't understand why people go out so early in n. america who doesn't understand why girls can't sleep over without sex having to be an issue who hasn't heard of churros con chocolate nor many spanish cities who says "and i was all:" in place of "and i was like:" who enjoys orange drink and rides moving stairs rather than escalators and won his position with AISEC by telling students to "vote for pedro." at eight or so, after our churros con chocolate we just had to get some, we board our train and sleep most of the way to granada. hostel, wander the city, shop, go back to hostel for siesta...end up sleeping until five a.m. ... oops, guess we'll sleep until morning. croissant and café in the morning, la alhambra very beautiful impressive thought-provoking, boring cathedral, lounging at a café, moroccan dinner (excellent!), sitting on a wall with a river below, the alhambra above, and street musicians across the [mainly english-speaking] pedestrian infested cobblestone street. sleep, breakfast buffet for 5 euros with becca and crystal (more croissants!), la casa-museo de federico garcia lorca, an author/artist from granada, wandering, tetería (arabic and open windowed, couches and stools, lanterns, individual polished loose tea). train to madrid, arrives one hour late, taxis won't pick us up, get to bus station seven minutes late, have to spend the night in madrid, miss class, come back to valladolid later. la oficina still loves us. yesterday beach and la oficina and café feeling and 25 watts at our apartment seeing as how our parents left for méxico and we have the place to ourselves. ¿que suerte, no? tonight we'll watch a movie and eat telepizza. and no, i'm still not homesick.
posted by me @ 4:03 AM
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