The weekends are as long as the week

 The sweetest people that own the Churro shop I go to. That's the Churro Machine!

• I was cordially invited to the Mormon church. I should have seen this coming, but I was caught off-guard innocently eating dinner! I declined, obviously. Besides this family that I live with, I feel like hardly anyone goes to church in Spain. All of the locals that I have talked to will say "No one cares about going to church here." In my Civilization class we learned that 75% of the population here is Catholic but only 15% actually practice. A small percentage of the population are various other religions but a large amount say they don't believe in God. Spain needs Jesus.
• We went into Madrid for the day. We decided to hop on the metro and just stop wherever we felt like! We went the area called Lavapies which has an Indian Quarter. There were tons of Indian restaurants everywhere so we decided to eat. For some reason we decided to eat at a Pakistani-Indian restaurant. This was one of those times that Sara and I need someone else with us that makes better decisions. We were the only people in the restaurant. The food was great but the host/cook/owner, hailing from Pakistan, was quite the odd bird. He acted as if he had never seen Americans before. He ended up giving us a good discount and a few free items. Also a gift which is an Indian hat. 
• Next stop, Chueca. It is a district of Madrid that is very hip and modern. It's the area where most gay people live. There is a market called Fuencarral there and it is the bomb. It's not your typical market, it is indoors but has hundreds of booths of clothes, jewelry, etc.
• We made our weekly stop to the Churrería in Alcalá. The owners are the greatest. Flor and Salvador. They let us go in the back to get there picture. They've been married thirty years and have been working the Churro shop together forever.