sneaky madrid.

I think Spain is trying to make me stay here for good. In class, we reviewed all of the information we've covered this week, from about 1740 to present day. We finished watching a really great movie about post-war Spain. And, to top it off, we watched my favorite Spanish movie of all time: El laberinto del fauno. Núñez had us watch it in AP once upon a time in high school, and since then I've written more than one paper on it and used it in my AP exam. My professor laughed at me when he pulled the DVD box out of his satchel because I was so excited about seeing it. I can't help it!

Besides class being great, Sara and I met up with Joy and Cecilia to say goodbye to San Ginés and the most delectable churros and chocolate Madrid has to offer. We stayed for over two hours, and it was wonderful. We split an order of churros, dipped 'em in some chocolate, drank the leftover chocolate, and talked about everything. The Civil War, Franco's regime, Hitler, Afghanistan, Grissom High, Bob jones High, Huntsville High, camp, our professor and whether or not he has a kid, etc...

A guy came by for an hour or so to sing and play his guitar. He was the best street performer I've heard these past four weeks, and there are TONS. He had such an amazing voice and played music I love: soft, slow, mellow. He left before we could give him any euros, but I pray he keeps playing and singing. He absolutely made my day.

Sara and I were the only ones at dinner tonight (score). Aka, I got to talk politics and banking and bailouts with Paloma. Terribly interesting, educated, and opinionated that woman. She's not afraid to share her opinions either, which is typical of Spaniards. In a way, I really respect it. It all leads back to how much passion they have for every facet of life. A Spaniard runs the gamut of emotions twice a day, I believe.

See how sneaky Madrid was today? Making me fall in love with the city all over again, right before I have to leave. I've thoroughly enjoyed my final Thursday in Madrid, but now I HAVE to study. (Read: recopy my messy notes and hope the facts commit themselves to my memory. It's a multiple choice test; I'm not too worried.) Then, I'll dream about Paris and hopefully forget that this weekend will be full of traveling and hanging out in airports. Yikes. Paris, you better be worth it, buddy.