Besides the cough things are good. My dorm is nice, the food is great, I enjoy my classes, I love taking my siestas, and the weather is beautiful. Even being the only foreigner in the dorm is starting to become a little easier. Tonight at dinner we got off the usual argument about who's country was better and politics and we talked about a subject that has united men around the world for ages. Poop. It wasn't a long conversation but it's good to know that even here they appreciate a good poop reference. It reminded of those times back home when I could sit around with some guys and just take up a good bit of time talking about poop or some other oddity. Ah, good times.
A little later I was sitting at my desk when I heard a thud and my window shook. I looked up and saw nothing. I got back to work and then heard another, but this time I saw something. Since one of my buddies rooms' is below mine I figured he was throwing stuff up at me so I opened the window to see if that was the case. It turns out it was the guy below me but he wasn't below me. He was at a window across the court yard with another one of the guys throwing huge spit wads at me. Why? I think I'm officially their friend. I mean how else do you tell another guy that he's your friend besides talk about poop and throw stuff at each other? It's the international sign of friendship between two guys. You don't walk up to another guy give him a hug and say "We're friends now." I think I'd run. That'd be uncomfortable. One thing you don't do is throw poop at each other. Maybe in some other country but not in the U.S. and not in Spain. At least as far as I know.
Something random but true. Last night I had a desire to be back in high school. It was really weird. I think it's starting to get to me that I have to go off into the real world pretty soon so I'm running back in time. If only I could have left these thoughts back in the states along with some others. Whatever though. We all have to grow up someway, somehow, sometime.
My regular spanish class that I started yesterday is great. I'm already cool with the teachers and that's never a bad thing. That makes it 3 out of 4 teachers that I've got my "in" with. The 4th one is a little scary and intimidating but I'm sure she's nice once you get past everything that scares the bejesus out of me. We'll see.
One of my buddies, Hector, plays guitar. He and crew dressed like 16th century musicians came to serenade this girl, Andrea, that he's been flirting with/been trying to date since I've been here. I was going for a walk when I saw the guy coming down the street so I asked him what was going on. All he said was that he was playing outside the dorm. I ran back ahead of him grabbed my camera and set up shop. All I got were pictures of his face after he was rejected. She went out to the balcony and then ran back inside after realizing what it was. It was sad to see him get rejected like that. But everything is cool between them now as far as I can tell.
Some random thoughts: I think I lost this card. I don't really need it, but I might. I'm pretty sure if I get stabbed or something I'll need it. I also thought I lost my cell phone today, but I had just left it on the bed. The main light in my room went out last night. I'm going to need a haircut soon, but I'm really afraid of what they might do to me. But really I just don't want to pay for it. I don't really want to spend anymore money. I've taken 1045 photographs since arriving in Spain. I miss having a lot of shoes to choose from, but only wearing one pair.
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