Sunday

Ugh. Two nights in a row is really pushing it. At least this time we all walked and didn't have to spend tons of euros on cab fare. It's only a half an hour, maybe, to the city center. I wouldn't have been out till 5 again if I hadn't gotten lost heading back. I was thinking about a lot of things, and I was angry, so I intentionally put my head down and motored along without really tracking where I was. It took me almost two hours to get home. This city is crazy at night. You can be walking down an empty street, turn a corner, and suddenly there's a hundred people clustered around a cerveceria (bar) talking and laughing. And its also a cultural thing to park a car along one of these popular streets and bring a large bottle to drink out of. At first I thought there was tons and tons of bums. Then I noticed the bums were dressed just as nice as us, sometimes nicer. So they aren't really bums, just people drinking in little clusters on the side of the road. It's almost like the city sleeps, but only during the siesta in the middle of the afternoon when it's so hot that being out is pointless anyways.

Reme attacked Eddie and I today without warning. Just after noon when he and I were still waking up and talking about last night etc. she came storming in and starting going off about cleaning our room and how Sunday was our day to have the room cleaned. We were unaware Sunday was our day, and also unprepared for the tazmanian devil-like ferocity with which she proceeded to tear into our tiny living space. For half an hour Eddie and I just tried to keep our heads above water as she threw stuff away, reorganized, dusted, fired questions at us, re-reorganized, and on and on. When she is cooking or cleaning and you are nearby, Reme will keep up a constant stream of conversation, and in this case it was mostly about how dirty, disorganized, and generally abysmal our room was after some 3 days. It would've been funny if I wasn't scared. Juan Antonio, the dad of the family, stood outside the door and laughed at us while we tried to keep up and be helpful. As with all sudden and violent storms, this one passed abruptly. Suddenly our beds were made, everything put away and it was almost time for lunch. Next week I think we'll prepare ourselves a little better.

School starts tomorrow, gracias a dios. It seems like I went to classes once upon another lifetime. Oh and my roommate turned 19 last night. Very cool for him. I'm hoping I won't have to celebrate mine in any way here. I don't like the attention or the process of it.