Thank you, worthwhile individuals.

O, lovely. To-day is going to have a non-existent night time, as I've gone to bed far past 0200 these past few nights, and awoken for around 0800 each, which is not wearing well with me. Usually, I've been able to work it in order that I get around four to four-and-a-half hours of sleep, because I feel better rested there than with six. Either way, I need some more sleep.

These nights, however, have been fantastic.

I'll start with a quick post about the other night. This was Monday night, the night after the vineyard, town, and desert day. Thos of you who know me know that I'm not so crazy abut going out and partying, as I tend to end up thinking that most of the people by whom I am surrounded are wasting their consumeristic lives in a cesspool of ignorant, xenophobic capitalism and will never be able to contribute anything worthwhile to the world. I'm also right about this, so it gets a little cynical after a while. This is why I gravitate towards people like my friends that I still have from high school and those good ones made in college with whom I can bear to spend an even.

Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly, for they are travelling through Spain and Turkey, of all places), the people on this trip really don't suck. It's something of a surprise, and some people do have their moments, but the vast majority of the time I'm quite content with anyone in the group. Barcelona is a great example, but everything is, pretty much.

So Monday night, I'm pretty tired after a long day. I can't remember what I did in the evening--I think that we got back at 1900. There was talk of meeting at 2100, but after getting all perfectly ready and then calling down, Kristina and I discovered that people would be later. We were to meet at Sol y Luna (that favourite local dive of ours) at 2200 and then move onto some house party of a local whom AJ and Madison (methinks) had randomly met on the street the other night.

I'm not so excited.

We waited for Alejandro, Cristina, and Madison to return from their run, but Alejandro returned saying that the girls had lost him. Kristina, Jessica, and I played some rummy waiting for Alejandro, but then all four of us determined that we three girls would go meet up with everyone at Sol y Luna (it was now around 2245, and almost dark) and Alejandro would wait for Cristina and Madison. We three left.

We arrived at Sol y Luna convinced that we had just missed the group. Four tables and their corresponding chairs were being stacked, and inside, many plates and four pitchers of sangria were sitting dirty on the counter. We ordered a sandwich and sat outside to eat it, trying to determine if we wanted to wander around and find the apartment.

I, for one, did not.

After finishing eating, I said that I would head back and go sleep. I didn't really want to wander around for nothing. We cleared our table and started to get up, when the whole group randomly appears from around the corner and I am swept up into a wave of people. Not wanting to fight the current, I meet the three local boys and we head up the hill.

The evening was fantastic.

We sat around in a somewhat quiet circle (Nacho (Ignacio) and Ezequiel, two brothers, had just moved in a week prior, and we had to be quiet) of a couch, some dining chairs, and some lawn chairs, and just talked. We got back around 0200, I think, but it had been a lovely time. Unfortunately for me, I don't like sugary alcohol (at all at all at all pretty much ever) and rum was the only option, but did you know that the Spanish word for 'rum' is 'ron'? Isn't that ridiculous? Why are they different!?

Some things that were interesting to learn:

--Luis, the third boy, is a friend of the two brothers. He's Brazilian, but he learned English in Australia, so his English is utterly awesome. He says things like 'bloody' and whatnot, and you can't even imagine the incredible ludicrousness of hearing Australian English with a Brazilian accent.

--The boys were all certain that all parties in America and American partying life in general were just like the American Pie movies. O, media.

--The boys also thought that if you go out in America wanting to take a girl home, then you end up taking a girl home. I explained that this was not true at all, but foreign boys had a better chance, and I elaborated this explanation with an airy impression of a vapid American girl fawning over foreign accents.

--American girls are apparently easy, but not as easy as northern European girls. Spanish girls will only kiss, if that, on the first date.

--A 'club' in Spanish is a brothel. You go out to a pub, a bar, or a disco bar. We Americans took great note of this, because our lingo could have ended in a very bad situation.

--Taking Latin for those four years was totally a great decision on my part.

--Never have I ever been to Canada.