This weekend I went to Lisbon, Portugal with my program’s interest group. It was a fabulous place… here are photos.
Now that I’m back in Espanha(hahaha) as the Portuguese call this place, I just want to sleep for five days straight. Not gonna happen. But luckily I didn’t make travel plans this week, because the small matter of volcanic ash has butchered most people’s European itineraries.
We have off class in Sevilla this week for Feria de Abril. All I know about Feria I know from Elisa. She takes the week off of work and has been slaving at the sewing machine since the day I arrived making flamenco dresses for herself and for others, to earn some money on the side. Tonight she’s having people over at which point there will be certain consumption of rebujito, which is literally sherry and 7up. I previewed this last week with dinner and can’t say I was upset.
I don’t plan to give my body and brain too hard a beating tonight, because I already feel mildly corpse-like from nonstop travel and work since Semana Santa. Tomorrow I need to be lucid enough to copy edit and register for classes at Iowa (inconveniently at 10 p.m. Spain time). Registration is a very unwelcome reminder of the life I left on pause back in the states, and the fact that my tenure as a college student is slowly coming to an end. I can’t think about this right now. I should be thinking about sherry and 7up and what shoes to wear and what color eyeliner is the least street walker-y. You know, everything normal study abroad students think about.
