Christopher Columbus Delivers a Good Weekend.

This weekend has been the most fun I have had so far in Spain. It has been what I have been craving.

On Friday, we had the day off as the Spaniards are a big Columbus fan and have a nationally celebrated holiday in his honor. I'm pretty sure the biggest part of the holiday was that the prince was wearing a uniform.

I spent the majority of Columbus day lounging around in my PJs, but at about 5:00 (17:00), I decided that enough was a enough, put on some nice clothes and set out to do...something...anything. I ran into Steph on the bus, and as she was on her way to meet her Intercambio (language exchange partner) at Puerta Jerez, I accompanied her until she reached her destination (internet cafe) and I reached mine (a bench with a book).

After accomplishing objective G from my previous post, I got up and walked around. On my way back, I saw Stephanie meeting her Intercambio Lourdes, who was accompanied by her sister, Blanca. Two Spaniards against one American is unjust, so I joined them. We simply walked around the city talking about movies and music and whether or not Wentworth was a common American name or not and planned another get together.

Then Steph and I headed to the Plaza de España for Ellen's brainchild: the cheap picnic. It was so much fun. We sat there, Steph, Ellen, Amy, Tamara, Katie and I eating our bocadillos on the steps as we watched the world pass, talked, and generally stuffed our faces.

Then we headed to the cultural fair in the park where we browsed the mini-shops and saw thong-bikini clad, oily Brazilian women shaking around like strippers for family entertainment and, most importantly, partook in desserts. I opted for the 3 euro tiramisu. It was worth every centimo.

After the night was over, we all decided that we had much to much fun and that we should do the same again...Saturday. So we did.

Saturday we grabbed our bocadillos and sat by the Guadalquivir, munching on goodies that had been sent in care packages from home (barbecue chips and twizzlers) and sharing the homemade apple pie that Ellen and I (mostly Ellen, I just peeled and cut the apples) made earlier during the day. We watched the fish jumping out of the water in the river and talked about everything girly and then, after a long time and an entire bag of twizzlers, headed over to Rayas for ice cream where all of us almost died from a severe bout of deliciousness.

And then I walked home. I love walking.
And then I slept. I love sleeping.

And now I need to write a composition. :(

So bye and thanks for reading and commenting! I feel blessed knowing that there are people who care enough to keep up even when I'm living in countries so strange that there are bidets in the bathrooms.