Good Grief!

Last night I fell asleep around midnight (on a Friday). I woke up at 6 today, feeling rather rested. It took me about 15 minutes of disorientation to realize that I had slept for not 6, but rather 18 hours. Oh my goodness gracious, what is wrong with me?

I just finished an hour of Law & Order (in Spanish of course), and am finally ready to sit down and tell you about yesterday - not that it will amount to any sort of explanation as to my more recent hibernation. Although I have to tell you, I came out of my room to find my host family exactly where I had left them, in front of the television, wearing their pajamas. Is it normal to be in your Pajamas at 6pm on a Saturday? Did they just wake up too?

Regardless. Yesterday during our mid-morning coffee break I ran into a Frenchman that I recognized from our culture classes (I think we're the only two dorks who actually go every day. I'm not sure why, however. The classes are fantastic!)It turned out to be his last day in Spain, and he told me he was going to go for a walk to see the important monuments and sights before his departure. He invited me along for the trip, and with nothing but my routine afternoon nap to conflict with the adventure (which I have clearly more than made up for)I decided to sign up for the adventure.

I am so glad I decided to go along. We walked around the city, and conversed for three and a half hours! The most frustrating part of the walking tour was realizing that on all of the walks I've gone on so far, I've come within 2 or 3 blocks of these gorgeous, important landmarks. It's as if the second I sense their presence, I have turned around and walked home.

Being a foodie, my favorite stop was to a famous Chocolateria to eat churros and chocolate. AMAZING.

I've got to cut it off here before I pass out - I'm STARVING! I hope people are serving food right now. At 7pm we're kind of in between lunch and dinner. Weird, right?