I'm leaving on a bus in an hour and a half to head southeast to Málaga! Chrissy, Jaclyn, Nadia, Julia and I are going to spend the weekend there and return home to Sevilla on Monday.
It will be a break from school, the normal routine here and internet too, I believe. Yet, armed with friends, The Brothers K (for a second read) and my iPod, I'm ready for a sunny and fun few days.
Planning for this didn't take long, and we didn't really have an option. My phone died (and refuses to be resurrected, it seems) so Nadia couldn't get a hold of me yesterday. I was sitting near Puente Isabel at my favorite churro stand with Amanda and Krystal and the aforementioned group of girls walked by. I shouted a greeting and then heard "Where have you been?!" I racked my mind--what was I supposed to be doing? It was really that they had been searching for me so we could book our hotel and buy our bus tickets, both if which we had yet to do, and I was unreachable. So, I made a phone call, shouted in Spanish over the loud traffic on the street and booked our hotel, with the help of Juan at hotels punto com. Next, how were we to get there? We trekked from Triana to Nervión to discover we were at the wrong bus stop. We needed Prado San Sebastian...in Triana. Back another 40 minutes, in line for 20 and finally, 32 euros later, we're ready to go.
I'll be back in normal contact with the world on Monday evening.
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