Dancing and doughnuts

So with the help of some good books, the Beatles and a little sunshine, my physical condition is much improved from my last blog post. I was never that worried anyway, though, because nobody I know has ever died from any diseases from the where-the-hell-is-summer bacterial family, although a cousin of a friend of this kid I know was hospitalized a couple years ago in Storm Lake, Iowa. True story.

So another weekend filled with slow, lazy days and fast, crazy fun nights. We were supposed to go to Ávila on Saturday but it was bad weather and so we nixed it. I hope I can make it this weekend, though. I am itching to get out of this city bigtime. The concrete jungle is closing in on me and I don´t know how much longer I can take it.

All I can say is that I am going to need one hell of a backpacking trip when all this is over. I need to flush out all of the smog and concrete that has wiggled its way into my being.

I have loved being here, but this experience has taught me that I am NOT a city girl. I am a mountain girl, for sure.

Also, I thought I would be heartbroken to leave the Metro behind, but now I´m not so sure. I will get up in the morning, shower, put on wonderfully smelling clean clothes and deodorant (unlike Spaniards, mind you) and by the time I reach my classroom 45 minutes later, I reek of the same scent that absolutely clings to everyone in the entire city. This is a terrible combination of sweat, cigarettes and jamón. It´s gagging, this scent. I am NOT looking forward to the weather getting warmer and warmer, either. It will go from being an annoying nuisance to pure torture.

So this weekend I went out dancing 2 nights in a row, which is something I never usually do. One night is usually enough to tear my knees up so that I can barely walk the next morning when I get out of bed. Not this weekend.

With the help of vodka tonics and the Advil mom sent from California (not at the same time, don´t worry parents!) I was able to haul my hot ass out there on the dance floor again to boogie.

I had to go out dancing that second night because Owen´s girlfriend, Heather, who is studying in Nottingham and has been here for 3 weeks left today. Every night we went out before this they were too tired or whatever to end the night at the discos and they always bailed. Well, being the lovely hostess that I am I simply couldn´t stand for her to leave without seeing some of the clubs Madrid has to offer.

So we went and we saw.

It was a good time, completely lovely girl that Heather.

On Saturday night, Iowa Lauren and I went over to Amy´s house (hostmom out for the night with the bf) to have girls´ movie night with a half-dozen caja of doughnuts from Dunkin´ Coffee (yes, it is Dunkin´ Donuts except they have changed only the name for reasons I don´t know).

The doughnuts were delicious (very American doughnutty tasting), the company was exquisite, and the pajamas comfy. Altogether a wonderful night. Garrett, you contributed to this night by providing the entertainment... we watched Across the Universe :) the homies said to say good work!

So now I am going to head home to dig into cleaning my room (but probably not) and a new book that Amy lent me that is the funniest novel I have ever read in my entire life, barring perhaps Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

Peace out, ladies and gentlemen... until next time.