[written earlier]

i´m writing this entry by moonlight in the back seat of a car i rented. (it was my first time renting a car.) we´re on our way to granada. emily, columbia graduate, half jamaican, half swiss. kara, jewish canadian. ruth, angsty canadian. and of course, tyler. we´re a car full of north american girls listening to maná ( Read more... )

on thanksgiving i got wasted, went to a party, cried and dropped my camera thus breaking it (in that order ( Read more... )

i feel so lonely right now that i'm just sitting in carlos' room crying with wet hair. everybody hates me. i'm probably PMSing so that magnifies it ( Read more... )

i stayed out until 9 a.m. this morning. we left around 2:30, after i watched edu and others beer bong calimocho. efren is apparently pissed at me because of some gossip i inadvertantly spread. i went out with javi, amy, nicole, beth, kailyn and rumi. we went to pani agua first, there was an adorable but clingy guy from vailladolid who kept ( Read more... )

bouzouki. that´s the name of the crazy greek string instrument that pavlos plays. he asked me why i don´t come talk to him in his room any more and i told him it was because every time i came, he´d stop playing and i just wanted to hear him play. (this is partly true, mostly, i think he was starting to get the idea that i liked him, so i needed to ( Read more... )

today was the best day ever. first of all, jenni brought korean goodies to grammar class and i ate them. chocolate cookie mushrooms, green tea candy. it´s japan week and there was this random parade of japanese clowns playing instruments that disrupted our class. then we watched videos of the running of the bulls in culture class and i really want ( Read more... )

franco died today, 31 years ago. yesterday when we were driving back from our barcelona trip, i woke up alex and pointed out the giant cross on the mountains near madrid. the cross is so huge...it's where franco is buried. john matt and i tried to take pictures of it. he taught me about aperture or something ( Read more... )

it's sad thinking about going back, though. it's like the last minutes of a lucid dream.
-shawn

he´s in thailand, i´m in spain. neither of us want to go back to texas. i´m thinking about forgetting the whole "get a job, go go graduate school" plan and thinking about teaching english in spain instead.

yesterday alex called me when i was at the ( Read more... )

i think i only have a month left in spain--i´m not sure and i don´t want to count. because of this, i´m trying to soak up everything.

i hung out in one of the bathrooms on my floor with the window to the shaft open so that i could listen to pavlos playing his crazy greek string instrument whose name i can never remember. he got a letter today and ( Read more... )

this entry is from about a week ago:

i can't believe i was just in africa this weekend.
nick came to madrid from england and i rode the bus to meet him. then we took an eight hour bus to algeciras and stayed in a hotel near the ferries. the area was shady, i definitely saw prostitutues and someone doing some drug in a car that involved flat metal ( Read more... )