Blame it on the A-a-a-a-a-alcalá

Yesterday Pilar let us accompany her to Carrefour. Sara and I got matching sweats because Spanish people like to freeze in their houses. We also picked up some coke and she informed us that it had carbonation. We assured her we aware, we are American, and it is not against our religion. Another thing they crack the whip about is water use AND consumption. I was innocently standing in the kitchen with my Nalgene and she grabbed my arm, looked me and the eyes and said: "Why do you drink so much water?" And I said "Because I am thirsty." Then, she shook her head and proceeded to explain to me that it is unhealthy to drink so much water because I am peeing out all of the vitamins in my body. Never thought drinking water would be something I would have to do in secret. Am I diabetic?

Tonight we watched her cook Tortillas Españolas, which are Spanish Omelettes. For dessert she made Arroz con leche, basically rice pudding. I feel pretty lucky that Pilar is such a good cook because other people aren't getting fed so well. Federico Jr. and wife are coming over to watch the Real Madrid game.

I dropped my Literature class because it wasn't very fun. Living in a house of Spaniards should count as twelve hours of credit alone. Now I get to stare at Carlos Herrero everyday while listening to him talk about Spanish Civilization.