:) things could not get better.

So today we went to class. Had a stinky exam, and in our art class started learning about Goya. Our class and teacher have an ongoing joke about the island of Ibiza, which many people go to here, and it is a crazy party island which our teacher tells us has a lot of drug usage. So we have an hour left of our 2 hour class, and someone asks how to say fart in Spanish (clearly mature college kid), so our teacher writes it on the board next to her notes on the royal family. She then says "Que verguenza!" which means "what shame!" since theres words about passing gas next to her notes about rulers and royal families. She proceeds to ask us where we are all headed this weekend, and then give advice on each place. (People are going to Lisbon, London, Granada, and obviously Rome.)

So she starts talking about her kids visiting Ibiza and since we're joking around I start asking her all these questions about her son..starting by asking how old he was, and she just simply says .. NO. But then of course, like loving moms love to do, just starts blabbing about him. I was pretty excited to waste an hour of class just joking around, laughing, and learning how to say farts in Spanish.

We then decided to go to the pool, but wandered around for 30 minutes in the hot sun trying to find it. (There are a plethora of public pools here where you pay for entry.) We may have had to ask at least 20 people about it, and no one knew anything. Finally we found people who knew where the pool was and made it there. This is a public pool with PLENTY of kids, but sooo many of the older women went topless. Blech.

Anyways, I'm headed to ROMA tomorrow!! Must pack :) Adios!! Chao :)