Sevilla, School and Being Sick

Psyche! No Portugal for me this week. Bus schedule shenanigans and indecision and money stuff led us to decide to stay in Spain. We're still going to Sevilla, but since we're not leaving until Friday, I won't have to miss any class on Thursday, which is good because on Tuesday my Sociology of Literature professor STILL didn't show up.

I'm so frustrated; I have to know which classes to keep and which to drop by the 17th and the professor that finally showed up for my other Spanish lit class was NOT the prof I was expecting and happened to be ancient and impossible to understand. I was literally sitting in the second row and had no idea what the hell he was saying... Most of the people in the class are foreign, too, so I guess we're all fucked. And I need to keep at least one of those classes, but if the other prof doesn't show up this week I'll either have to take my chances without knowing how the class will be, or I have to stick with this horrible old troll of a professor. Luckily, my adviser at UCSC finally emailed me back and shed some light on the class situation, and it looks like I'll be fine either way. Even if a stay a whole year...

The deadline to extend is November 1st, which is a bummer, I wish I had more time to decide but I'm seriously considering extending. I've picked some potential classes for next semester and I think I'm going to go take a look at the paperwork next week. Not 100% still; I miss California like mad and I hate to think Mishka will forget me, but more than an extremely strong desire to back to California, I just want to bring my family and friends and animals and a few restaurants over here. Obviously that's not entirely possible, but still, I feel like maybe I should stay and try and strengthen my Spanish and take advantage of the potential for travel here. Plus, hopefully I'll at least be able to get my parents and Casey over here.

Anyway, today has been extremely lazy. It's a holiday, so the streets and bars and eeeverything were INSANELY full last night. I went to botellón with a group of friends and mostly just spent the night chatting with people, largely in Spanish, so I'd say it was a success. I didn't bring my camera (I've been photo-slacking lately, haven't I?) but I nabbed this photo off Facebook to show y'alls how insanely packed it was last night:

Yeah. CRAYCRAY. Anyway, today I'm definitely coming down with something and my throat feels horrid. Everyone sick right now it seems like. Chelo says that this always happens this time of year because there is such a range in temperature everyday; mornings and nights are freezing but the daytime is still hothothot. This evening our group had a little mini-reunion (minus Leah and Megan) and went to the movies with Chelo to see Horrible Bosses in Spanish, which was hilarious, even if I didn't actually understand all of the words.

Now, I just have a major case of the sleepies. I think it's time to be in a cave of blankets. If only I had my Mishka bear to hibernate with!