A Broken Promise

I generally try to make it a practice to keep my promises. For this reason I am sorry that I am about to break a promise. Perhaps you will cut me some slack if I say that breaking a promise will keep me from going completely insane. For some reason the thought of blogging about Semana Santa just makes me want to go crazy. So I think I will feel better if I just don't do it. Sorry. For now I'll just say that our trip was incredible. I liked London, and I loved Switzerland. I'm so glad I got to go. Feel free to ask all the questions you want when I come home.

I do believe, however, that I can continue blogging about my Spain life without losing my head. So that is what I am going to attempt to do. Last week was a weird week because we only had 3 day of class (not that I'm complaining!). On Wednesday we went to Italica (ancient Roman ruins). That was fairly interesting. We also got to see a Greek play (Lysistrata) (in Spanish) in the old Roman ampitheater. It was interesting. Actually, the play was pretty raunchy, but it was a good experience.

On Thursday, Gaulo returned! I have no idea where he was, but now my days can start right again with a free newspaper and a friendly "Buenos Dias!" from my favorite 20 Minutos man!

Friday instead of school we went to Ronda which is one of the oldest cities in Spain. It was beautiful! I loved looking at the old buildings and the mountains and such. It was kind of raining, but that wasn't bad because then it wasn't so hot. It was a really good day.

Also fun was that Friday night when we returned, we had a girls night. Sarah, Erin, Chrissa, Santia, and I got pizza and then we ate and watched a movie together in Chrissa and Santia's house. In general, it is not normal for Spanish people to have others over to their houses. But their senora loves students. She even made dessert for us! It was so fun and relaxing.

Saturday was a really lazy day. Chrissa and I went to the gypsy market in the morning, and then I basically didn't do anything else all day. Yesterday was also fairly lazy. But it made for a pretty restful weekend so that's good.

The thing I'm having trouble with right now is motivation. I don't feel like doing school stuff. Or traveling next week. Or making plans so that I can travel next week. Or blogging. But I know that I need to be super intentional about the next few weeks. (It's less than 4 now!) Because if I'm not intentional about enjoying this, I'll have a lot of regrets to bring home with me. And honestly, I'm already worried about everything fitting in my suitcases. I definitely won't have room to bring regrets as well. I feel like if I've made it this far, the next few weeks should be a breeze. But for some reason, this seems so hard. And it seems so hard to keep in touch with everyone. I kind of feel like I should just stop trying. When I get home we can start completely over. Then again, I don't think that's what I really want to do. But please don't take it personally if you don't hear from me much. I promise I do love you. I do miss you. I long to be home and see you all again. But that will come soon enough. Probably much sooner than I think...