these past few days have been kind of miserable. I’ve had homework up to my ears. I’ve been so stressed and overwhelmed that there is more importance placed on homework here than there is immersing in the culture — I realize this is STUDY abroad, but why did I pay 5,000 dollars to come here and not learn anything without participating? Obviously, I have a problem with accepting a B, but I’m not the only one who was complaining. Or is. Or has been. If my roommate hadn’t been here, I probably would have gone crazy.
I also really, really missed Nathan on Sunday night and it was really bad and I may or may not have broken down, but whatever.
Madrid was really awesome. It was busy, and SOOOO hot, but I had fun. I went to both the Prado and Reina Sofia museums to see some of my favorite artwork. I did see Bosch’s painting, but I didn’t poop. I did, however, see Guernica by Picasso and cry. Yes. I cried. In front of people. Over a painting. Ridiculous, but whatever. I was so moved at seeing Guernica and Dali and Rafael and Velazquez in real life, I couldn’t help but be on the edge of my emotions the entire day. Art really captivates me.
I also saw this painting called The Creation of the Milky Way, and it’s of a woman squirting her breast milk in her child’s face/in the universe. I think it was Mary to Jesus, but I really couldn’t handle the fact that there was a painting of oozing breast milk in one of the most austere art museums in the world. Whatever.
At the end of the day I was the most tired thing in the world and I came home, skyped with Steven for thirty minutes, and passed out, slept for eleven hours, woke up, and spent all of Sunday doing homework. It was ugly.
Then Monday was ugly, too. I was basically fed up. I cried in the shower like a blubbering baby and made a dramatic facebook post about being ready to come home. I wanted to take a stone out of the aqueduct and watch it fall and laugh. I also really wanted my mom.
Tuesday, though, was awesome. We went on an excursion to Salamanca and Avila, where we saw the oldest university in Spain (the University of Salamanca) in the only city with two cathedrals, and the famous walls of Avila. Salamanca was beautiful and also my favorite city. This is me in it.
I did some shopping and some ice cream-eating with my roommate and then we hopped aboard the bus and headed to Avila, where I enjoyed the wall and inside of the city for the whole 45 minutes we were there.
Then we came home and went to a bar called Ven Ven and I drank two mojitos just cause I could. By Tuesday, I was less emo.
Today was uneventful, except for the refreshing thunderstorm this afternoon and the sangria I drank after classes. And the hamburger I had for lunch. And the amazing nap I took. And the five minute skype with Kaley.
Tomorrow, Alex and I are planning a trip to Valencia for the weekend. Then probably planning a trip to Malaga for our long weekend. These are very last minute plans, so pray for us… really. Also pray for me and these tests I have tomorrow. I studied, but I’m also a zombie from lack of sleep.
Here goes nothing.