zucchini.

It's Thursday...you should all know what that means by now. Study, study, study. I only took breaks today to eat, pee, shower, and now blog/Skype. Such a drag, I know.

We did get to watch part of the EURO cup during dinner though, and I've been able to keep up with it via the men that live across the way. By the way they yelled, I'm pretty sure Spain won. Or is winning. Just watching fútbol on tv with Spaniards is an adventure.

I bought the Spanish equivalent to Munchies today during my break. They were good, but it was just cheetos, a few dorito type chips, and some bugles. No pretzels or anything exciting. But I did get two Paloma meals, including some incredible zucchini soup. Who knew zucchini was good, much less in a soup?

My favorite part of today was very small, but oh so terribly cute. Sara had to mail some postcards and the most adorable old man was in the post office. He had a cane and was totally white headed with the cutest little old man voice I've ever heard.

There's another old man we pass every morning on the way to class. I always smile at him, but he doesn't keep eye contact very long. I don't know if he's just polite or doesn't care. Let's go with polite.

My favorite thing we pass every morning is a small group of kids, three or four girls and a boy about seven or eight years old. They all have down syndrome or something similar to it, and they are precious. Every morning they are giggling and laughing and talking to whoever happens to be sharing the bench with them. Their parents or teachers (I'm not sure who they are) wait with them. I don't know if they wait for a bus or get to go to a special school. I don't know their names or stories and we've only said hola one time these past few weeks, but I pray for them everyday. I don't know what it is about them that makes me want to be friends with them. Krista Greenemeier, maybe you can move here to work with them in a few years? I'll come back too and show you the ropes. Maybe we can live permanently with Paloma?