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So, Friday night I did not go out. As I recall, I was very tired. I stayed in with my Senora and talked on the phone with you all. I don't think that very many people went out on Friday. We don't have classes here on Friday's (which is rockin'). Instead, we all took a trip to El Museo Arquelogico. I hope I spelled that correctly. The museum was pretty cool, but I'm not much of a museum person . Our teacher Fernando gave us a tour of it in Spanish. The only part that I thought was really interesting was the Roman statues. Adam, you probably already know this, but old Roman emperors used to have statues made of them with ideal bodies, but their real faces. So, when one emperor would die, they would chop off the head of the statue and attach a marble head of the new emperor. I just thought that that was interesting. Our tour of the museum ended around 2 in the afternoon. For one of our classes, we had to find a the Central Post Office. The Central Post Office is near the river which is very far away from my house. I suppose it's like an hour walk, maybe 45 minutes. But depending on which way you walk, I guess it could be less. Probably less. Anyway, so me and some other people all decided to go. I called my Senora to tell her that I wouldn't be home for lunch and we left. We stopped on the way for lunch. I got one of the Menu del dias where you get a main dish, bread, a drink, and fruit or dessert for 4.50 euros. It was a good deal. But, one of my tapas had this sausage in it that reminded me of a penis and believe you me, I did not eat that. The Post Office wasn't really anything special. I was supposed to write down all of these phrases and things that I saw there, but I didn't know that at the time, so I didn't get to do it. Hopefully, my teachers will forgive me. After stopping at EUSA (my school) to use the computer lab, Ashlee and I headed home. That night, Maria's son Jesus and his wife Regala (I have no idea if that is her name or not. Sometimes I just don't know what they're saying) came over. Jesus and Regala showed us all these really cool bars and discotecas and heladerias to visit. Heladerias are icecream places. I've really been wanting some ice cream lately . It's very pretty here . Kind of like in Italy. All layed out in these tubs. My Senora thinks that I really like chocolate and strawberries because she keeps feeding them to me. I mean, they are good, so it's okay, but I don't know when exactly she got the impression that I need them to survive. Anyway, Jesus and Regala were really nice. But, the other day, Maria told me that Jesus was kind of old-fashioned in the way he treats women, so for some reason, that gave me a tainted impression of him. Oh well, he still seemed nice. But he had a really strong Spanish accent (which involves a lisp) and I really had no idea what he was saying most of the time. I also admitted to my Senora that sometimes ,I have no idea what she's saying, but I just smile and nod. Ashlee went out that night walking around, and I just slept.

Yesterday was Saturday. I woke up around 9:30. Ashlee (my roommate) was still asleep because she's having trouble sleeping and couldn't fall alseep until 6 or 7 in the morning. I haven't had trouble so far because the days here are so long! People just stay up very late. My Senora was asking if people in the United States stay up so late and I said, "No, my parents go to bed at 10." Of course, she was asking me this at 1 in the morning and she must be near 60. So, yesterday morning, Lucia (Maria's housekeeper) came over to clean the house. She was really nice and easier to understand than most Spanish people because she's from Venezuala and her accent it not as strong. Maria asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her. And, of course, I did because I can't resist a grocery store. So we walked around, arm and arm (because that's the way they do it around here). She was pulling her little rolly bag behind her too. Every where we went, she saw someone she knew. I guess she just has a lot of friends. I got an adaptor for my computer and we went to the grocery store and I got some cereal and yogurt. It was pretty fun.

When we got home, her grandchildren Pilar and Antonio came over to visit with their mother, whose name is also Pilar. And (I thought this was so strange), Pilar's (the mother's) husband is named Antonio too. So, everyone in that family of the same sex has the same name. I just think that's insane. I mean, why would you do that? And that's what I asked Maria. But she said that in Spain, families reuse the names - naming people after their grandfather's, father's, etc. So, I guess that's why everyone here is named Maria.

The kids were really cute and I took some pictures of them. The little boy, Antonio, kept giving me things. He'd go get a toy girrafe and give me that, and then some chocolate, etc. But one time, he tried to give me a booger, and that was kind of disgusting. So, eventually those kids left. I did some homework. At some point, Ashlee and I met these two guys at Corte Ingles (a big shopping mall near us). It rained while we were inside, but it's okay because when we came out, it wasn't raining anymore. They're having a lot of rebajas here (sales), so if anyone is dying to have some Spanish clothes, just let me know.

Last night we had this chopped, fried bread stuff for dinner with fried hotdogs in tomatoe sauce. They fry a lot of stuff here, but it's still good. And though that dinner sounds gross, it really wasn't.

So, we finally get to the part about the discoteca. My friend Julia called me to see if I wanted to go out. And I decided that I did because I don't know that many people here, and I really should get to know more people. So, I told her about Jesus and the map and we decided to go to a discoteca. Ashlee went out to walk around with some friends and drink I suppose. I don't want to make her out to sound like a bad person or anything because really, she's rather nice. I like her just fine.

The party doesn't really start here until 2 in the morning. I was so exhausted last night. It's not safe to walk alone at night, so Sasha and Julia were going to come to 44 Kansas City (where I live) to pick me up and then we would all walk to the discoteca together, because it is very close to us. 10 minutes away across from Corte Ingles. This is what my Senora told me. So, I was sitting with my Senora at the kitchen table waiting for them to come, and she was terrifying me! I mean, she instilled me with a sense of fear so deep that I was afraid to leave the apartment. She was like, "It's very dangerous here at night. People pull you into their cars." She also showed me a safer way to walk because evidently Kansas City isn't such a great street to walk on at night. I got all dressed up too by the way, guys. I mean, it wasn't that dressed up, but it was little. I think I looked pretty hot. I'm going to buy some going out clothes because they dress up pretty interestingly.

So, I left with Julia and Sasha. We were going to go the way my Senora had said ("the safer way"), but when we started walking that way, it was the scariest thing I've seen here thus far. I mean, the streets were dark and there were no people and they were these little back streets. So, we turned around and went the other way where it was well lit and there were lots of people.

When we got to the discoteca, it was easy to spot because there was a HUGE line outside. I mean, this was THE place to be. So, we got in line. There was also this shorter line where some people were walking up and going in before everyone. And I was like, "Well, guys, I'm going to attempt to go in that line." And Sasha and Julia just thought it was funny, I guess. So, I walked over and stood in the short line. There was this big beefy guy letting people in and this dressed-up lady with him. They let some other people in and they were holding over the velvety rope thing, so I guess I could have just walked in with the other people, but I stopped. Now, what follows was all in Spanish.

Me: What is this line for? (Of course, I didn't know what the word for line was).
Lady: What?
Me: Do I have to wait over there with all those other people? Or can I wait here? (I know that sounds rude, but I think I was laughing and smiling or something).
Lady: Are you really happy tonight?
Me: What? I guess so.
Lady: This line is for people with reservations.
Me: So, I have to wait in the other line then?
Lady: Nods.

So, yeah, it didn't work, but one day, I will dress like an extreme hottie and get in. So, I went back to wait with Julia and Sasha. There were these old Spanish men behind us. They were kind of weird. One of them stroked Julia's arm. So, we waited in the line for an hour and FINALLy, we made it to the door. We all decided to unzip our coats (you know, to show them the goods) because we didn't know if people got turned away or you had to pay money if you weren't hot, or what. So, they let us in and we felt really lucky. I mean, we were really happy. This club was everything you would imagine a really cool club to be. I mean, it was so awesome. It was really crowded with Spanish people. Not just young, hot people, but old, short, fat, balding men too. So, we went in and the music was loud and technoish. And guys! I danced! I mean, it was really awesome. We made our way to the bar and I bought a beer, so did Julia. Sasha doesn't drink. One beer cost 3 euros, but I guess it was worth it. Anyway, I have never had so many guys talk to me in one night. They all thought I was Spanish, which was difficult because they say things to me and then I have no idea what they're saying and instead of thinking, "Oh, she's just a stupid American, " they think, "Oh,she's just a retarded Spaniard."

We had a lot of stalkers in there too. These Spanish guys will follow you around. I mean, we moved around so much because we were all dancing together, but for some reason, they keep showing up around you. Also, they grab you. I was walking and Julia was in front of me and Sasha behind me, and this guy who had been bothering me earlier just grabbed my hand and started holding it. So, I pulled it away. And his friend was like, "What's the matter? You don't want to dance with him. He's shy." And I said, "He doesn't seem very shy to me." And then we walked away. That guy showed up later and started dancing behind me and rubbing his booty on mine. Um...gross. But, Sasha gets a lot of looks wherever she goes because she's black. I guess guys here are really interested in that. They think it's exotic. This really drunk guy was trying to get Sasha to dance with him, so I put my arm around her and told him that she was my novia (girlfriend). Then he left us alone. So, yeah.
This other guy danced the salsa with me and that was really fun. But then he wanted to stop dancing and just started talking with me. Not cool, so we moved on from him too.

We didn't leave until 5 in the morning! I don't think I've ever stayed up that late before! But it was so much fun! I mean, it was so cool. Sure, the guys there can be really creepy and weird, but it was just so cool. I think that I will try out some other discotecas while I am here. I took a taxi home and got out on the side of the sidewalk (don't worry, mommy!).

Today, I got up around 11 (I think). I just worked on some homework and hung around the house. I haven't left it yet today. Today, Maria's cousin died and she's going to the funeral. Actually, she just left. She seemed pretty sad today. From what she's told me, it seems like she's had a hard time these past few years. Her husband left her for many younger women, her son Jesus got married a year ago and moved out of her house. So now, she lives here alone with su gatito. I guess that's why she decided to get me and Ashlee. That makes me feel better that it's not just for the money.

Her daughter Eva and Eva's son Jose Antonio (he's six) came over today. We all had lentil soup for lunch. It was really good. Ashlee didn't finish hers, so I finished it for her. Our Senora keeps saying we don't eat a lot, but I don't know what she means. It seems like I'm eating plenty. Oh well. After lunch, Eva, Ashlee, Jose, and I played a board came. One was called Juego con las Ocas. Or something like that. It had to do with geese. And then we played Parchizi. I hope that's how you spell it. That took forever! And I was doing really poorly. But it was nice because it's not like a dorm. It's an actual house. So, I guess that's about it. I found some wireless internet in my room. That's how I'm writing all of this stuff. Sorry that the post is so long! I'll write again soon! I love you guys! Adios!