Wow. Wow. Wow. It's about 3am here in Spain. Spent the last few days in Portugal and came back early to watch the World Cup in Sevilla.
I'm soaking wet, rather cold, slightly muddy, wearing boxer shorts that used to have bright blue surfing boards with bright yellow ducks on them...that are now almost completely white ( I guess they use a lot of bleach here? Along with a lot of starch- my clothes might be able to stand up by themselves) , just having had my first American fast food joint, and trying to be extra extra extra quiet so I don't get yelled at again.
Getting yelled at in languages I don't understand is always especially fun. Portuguese was extra fun. Nothing like experiencing the language when it's full of passionate anger. Oops. Oh well. People shouldn't get so uptight about everything.
I'm about to crawl in my bed without showering. Yes, It's been a while...but when you're swimming in the ocean....I think that counts. Because A) It's salt water and it kills more bacteria than my soap does
B) I'm allowed to stay in the ocean for longer than 4 minutes without getting in trouble and C) I actually don't have a C. Being in Spain has certainly taught me to give up on trying to stay clean...I just sweat all day long anyways. Literally. All day long. Oh wait. I freeze in Spanish class. Got to love it. Or well perhaps not.
People were literally out of their minds tonight. I saw a few completely naked people running around. Some jumped off the bridges. Pictures and videos coming soon.
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