Capital Day in the Capital of Andalucia

Today, as you may be able to guess, was capital.

Ellen is not here (though this does not make the day capital). She is in fact traipsing around Los Lagos in Portugal. And because I do not particularly enjoy beaches and would rather go to Portugal out of beach season, I remained behind for my three day weekend.

And what have I done? My friend, I have walked. I have walked or been standing for at least nine out of my twelves hours not at home and though my knee caps are threatening mutiny, I am so happy, because there's nothing like a day spent semi-exercising.

At 11:00 I hopped the bus and walked around a shopping area, searching for the elusive comfortable, flat shoe that matches my purse but isn't a sneaker. Fruitless, I met up with Stephanie and 7 others for lunch at a Chinese place at 2:30 and afterwards continued my search for another few hours. Again, fruitless, I headed to somewhere in Sevilla (still don't know where) where there was a party for Campus Crusade (here, "agape" as they understand that the crusades weren't a good thing) and Intervarsity and something else.

And, my friends, I MET SPANIARDS. Not only did I meet Spaniards, I HELD CONVERSATIONS WITH SPANIARDS. This is headline material. I MADE FRIENDS. My friends are Dani (18, from Ecuador, told me he was studying to make Play-dough. I was confused, so I believed him), Kike (pronounced Key-Kay, short for Enrique, I promise) who is 20 and studying law, and Tania (24, from Mexico, finishing her masters?).

And guess what? My new friends called me a freak. Why? Because of my hair. They were kind of serious. I always knew that's how Spaniards felt.

I'm over it.

There is a girl in our school named Emily, who is very blonde, very blue eyed, and very beautiful. Some of the Spanish men, especially one, were following her around the room like hypnotized puppies.

María says Dani is going to fall in love with me. And she asked me if I was going to date him. And then she told me not to because I have a boyfriend. This is how conversations sometimes are with María. I needn't say a thing.

That being said. I love you Tyler. That's right blog world. I said it.

I also bought my plane tickets for break. Lucky me, the dollar is worth less than half a pound. For example: if I weigh 140 pounds, I weigh ~280 dollars.

I will be flying into Dublin, Ireland, and spending a day and a half there, then flying into London, catching the bus to Oxford, chillin' with the intellectuals, and then spending a day or two in London before I catch my flight back to Sevilla.

But that's enough, because I am wiped.

Mmm. My ankles are in such glorious pain.