I can't find the Spanish word for procrastinate

and that leads me to ask myself, Why am I wasting time on a language that doesn't even accomodate my study schedule (or lack thereof)? Point for English.

A ver. Let's recap my Spain experience so far.

September: Go to the beach every day after school, play volleyball in the waves, get tan, go shopping, eat ice cream, walk along the water at sunset, do the single page of homework in the 10 minutes before class on the morning it's due. Vale.

October: Sit outside at cafes or on the steps of La Catedral after school and drink tea, continue to watch YouTube videos in my Lengua 2 class, walk along the beach after dinner, do the single page of homework in the 10 minutes before class on the morning it's due. Sweet.

November 1-19ish: Go home and take a siesta after class, talk with people on Skype before dinner, try to read Soldados de Salamina after dinner and instead choose to read good books, dress up cute and go out every night of the week to flirt with the cute bartenders at Bhopal and Nahu. Wake up 10 minutes before class and neglect to do the single page of homework because we never go over it in class anyway. Pretty dece.

November now: Trip to Granada this past weekend, taking up Friday-Sunday of potential study time. Lit 2 exam yesterday, covering 9 poems, an incredibly boring novel, and 3 movies. 15-minute presentation and paper due in Lit 2 next Tuesday, explaining why the poetry of Carlos Marzal should or shouldn't be read. 30-minute - NO JOKE, 30 MINUTES - presentation in Lengua 1 next Wednesday about the Internet. Art History paper on La Catedral due next Thursday. And oh yes, let's not forget; trip to London this Thursday-Sunday, which I planned before knowing that these hijos-de-puta profesores were going to dump 3 months of homework on the next two weeks.

It is not extremely comforting to remember that after next week, I'll be back to the whole go-home-and-siesta-every-afternoon-before-saliendoing-every-night pattern. I have to survive this week. 30-minute presentation??!? That's a SERMON! Srsly, Victor. Por que nos odias!?!

And it's cold. All the time. My house - like most of the houses here - doesn't have indoor heating. I am cold all day long, even when I get under the covers with all my coats and sweatpants and socks. My toes are frozen. And I'm going to complain about it because I can, so, nyeh.

And I have less than a month left, and I'm going to miss it. It's beautiful here. Finally getting chilly outside, but in the sun it's perfect. And I'm going to miss going out at night and getting to talk to people from all over Europe. And I'm going to miss hanging out with my Spanish guy and seeing my Spanish improve daily. I'm excited to come home, but I don't want to leave just yet.

Oh - add to the stress. Trying to figure out the lease agreement for an apartment that is halfway across the world and in a time zone 9 hours behind me = MUY DIFICIL. No me gusta, y estoy muy estresada todo el dia. Pobrecita Katie; ella ha tenido que hacer todo.

So, yes. En conclusión, this week is going to be fun, fun, fun. I'm SO EXCITED.

Love always,
molly

dos mas

Continuamos...

11. When I asked for a lemon after taking Cointreau on Wednesday night, the FINE French bartender Maxime put it in my mouth with his fingers. Almost fell off my bar stool.
(11.1. I can hold Cointreau for longer than any of my friends. Chya. Burns like hell, but I like it.)

12. Same fine French bartender Maxime found me and added me on Facebook, all by himself, and proceeded to write "soft skin, red lips, so kissable" on my wall. Um....okay!

If all French boys are this hot, why the crap am I studying Spanish?

Love always,
molly

november highlights (thus far, ella)

1.) Stayed out til 8:30 last Saturday morning, walking home as the sun came up. Turned into a nocturnal day; I went to sleep at 8:52 and woke up at 4:30. Awesome.

2.) Shots that taste like chocolate cake (for reals) for my friend's birthday.

3.) Election night party at our favorite bar - our beloved (and muy guapo) bartenders put CNN on the big screen, instead of the weird-ass music videos they usually play (freakin' Spain, dude), and we cheered every time a state came up blue. Cheered even harder when they played a commercial with images of Seattle. Pike Place we miss you!! Also got to shake my head and laugh at the American boys who dragged tables over and played beer pong. Guess they miss home a lot these days.

4.) Re-downloading Limewire and downloading fun dance-y songs, so now I can have dance parties in my room when I need to warm up. I'm sorry, I know it's awful, but I love "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry. Something about the beat. But my favorite is "Hips Don't Lie." How did I not have this song before now??

P.S. My senior year of high school, Hips Don't Lie was my AP U.S. History teacher's ringtone. Mr. Wilson, 6'5" or something like that, wonderfully dry sense of humor; his phone rang in class one time and he said, "Oh, it's Shakira, she's been doggin' me." Amazing.

5.) Walking to my friend's house today and realizing that my jacket, however cute, was completely unnecessary because it was in the 70s, perfectly blue skies and sunny like the middle of September. B-E-A-Utiful.

6.) Flirting - successfully - with...let's see. Hot Italian bartender named Fabio (I know); hot German student named Helge; hot Spaniard named Felix (like the cat, he says)...I think that's everyone of note. I call it successful because they gave me besitos. Check for Spain.

7.) Going out with the aforementioned Spaniard 2 weekends in a row and spending a good 5 1/2 hours each time practicing my Spanish. True, he has to repeat some more colloquial words several times before I get what he's saying, but we had legit conversations and I'm feeling pretty confident about my language skills. Word, yo.

8.) Bought cute skinny jeans and the sexiest shirt I've ever owned or worn or seen. Vale.

9.) Historia del Arte was only a half hour long on Friday and then the teacher bought us coffee (well, tea for me). Love it.

10.) Talked to Roman and Kaetochi for like an hour and a half on Thursday and then - finally!! - got to talk to Sarah for the first time since I've been over here. (I'm not counting the times we tried and failed because of sketchy internet.) The rest of y'all - freakin' download Skype and call me. I miss you.

Love always,
molly