Sleepy Sunday

• Madrid, I love you. We went back Saturday.
• Is life really happening outside of Spain? I feel like I am on a t.v. show just living in some Spanish people's house and having class three days a week.
• Almost moved to a new family but decided to stay here. I dont know if I could have made it without the sweet Huskies and their hair that sheds all over everything I brought to this continent.
• Pilar is the best cook. I'm glad they eat desserts everyday. Also I'm glad they want me to be so full that I have to siesta after lunch.
• Federico knows English. Therefore he knows all of my secrets, thoughts, and every comment I've made about life. I should have known, he travels for work... I wish he would speak it to me. Hope he can't keep us when I mumble really fast?
• Have I mentioned that he is the Spanish version of Nicholas Cage.
• Pilar was a Spanish and French teacher back in the day. We're lucky because every time I say something wrong she corrects us. I feel like a pre-schooler.
• I love eating lunch and dinner later. It's such a smart idea. Come on, America.
• Spanish people don't really use much heating in their houses. I sleep in three layers.
• Me and a few others are planning our first trip to FRANCE. 
• Sometimes I feel like I was really sent to Spain for fat camp. All we do is walk, walk, walk everywhere. And the places I have to go are pretty far.