Study Abroad
Day 30
February 16th, 2006
8:16 PM

It has been brought to my attention that I should probably introduce the characters in this drama that is my Spain trip:

Danielle: She has been my best friend since we were 8 years old and in the same 3rd grade class. In second grade, we hated each other’s guts because we were both friends with Lauren Archer and wanted her all to ourselves. In 3rd grade we had to get over that quickly because we were in a class with all the “bad kids” and had to stick together for survival. Back then, I think the only things we had in common were we both had blue eyes, brothers, and were the best readers in the class.

Amy: I met Amy through Danielle—she and Amy are in AKPsi (the fraternity for business students) together.

Robin: I met Robin because she and I share a bathroom at the Fundacion. She claims the first thing she heard me say (when I first arrived and checked out the bathroom) was: “Hey! A bidet! Well, that makes my bi-day!” Yes, I am that lame. I’m surprised she talked to me at all.


Sidenote:
My most likely cause of death while in Spain?
Being run over by a car on these tiny Toledo streets. I will, at the very least, get jabbed in the rib by somebody’s mirror as I flatten myself against a building.

Quote of the day:
We’re reading a novel in my women writers class called Plaza de Diamante (that’s, counter intuitively, The Time of the Doves in English. In case you want to read it and suddenly hate men). In it, Natalia and Quimet are engaged. Natalia goes to meet Quimet’s mother. She walks into her house, and every surface is covered in bows (as in the weapon). She says “You sure seem to like bows.” The mother replies (and here’s the quote of the day): “A house just isn’t a house without bows.”

In response to the question about McDonald's in Spain:
My friends and I have made a rule. While here, we can only go to McDonald's under the following circumstances:
1. We have to go to the bathroom.
2. We're dying of starvation and it's the only option.
3. To see if they have a "Euro Menu."
4. To order a beer. We haven't done this yet, but we will and we will take pictures. This is one of the strange things about Europe. Well, that and cigarette vending machines.

EDIT: I just thought of another way I might die here--the reading lights. Apparently yesterday a girl named Kara slipped and fell into the reading light by her bed and BURNED HER NECK. OH GOD.